Rumble
Tuesday, January 20th, 2009Gently turning ride rumbles,
refractors fumble condign starlight
into irises of gold; we are beginning again
once more, having melted rainbow
all over the chocolate cake
because the Tabor-lens focuses
too much lightness through the night’s humid
thickness around the cockroach table, where bugs
morph back to human to munch
a leg of lamb, still squirming.