love,
gargantuan gardens in the careful sun,
fairy story gold, thrones, feasts and three princesses
summer sailboats
like cartoon ghosts or klansmen, pointing up
white questions in the blue air...
No.
Believes in beauty...
shall we sit on ourselves; shall we wait behind roses and veils for monsters to maul us,
for bulls to come butt us forever and ever,
shall we scratch in our blood,
point air-powered hands at our wounds,
reflect on the aim of our bulls.
How proud
How prowed
