December 9, 1996


Gangrene Under Par

Venom gypsy Love
pious and sweet
hearts that none
may purge
reveals

candy apple red
beckons with mist
dressed to wound
with charred
vision

belly hazard lie
slices right cheap
luck in one
skilled bounce
windward

stagnant fetching whim
murky pond green
probe for joy
find great
nothing