Nick and the Candlestick. By Watermelon Farmer Ali and Kavinda. Nick and the Candlestick- Poem.
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By Watermelon Farmer Ali and Kavinda
Its first communion out of my live toes.The candleGulps and recovers its small altitude,Its yellows hearten.O love, how did you get here?O embryoRemembering, even in sleep,Your crossed position.The blood blooms cleanIn you, ruby.The painYou wake to is not yours.Love, love,I have hung our cave with roses.With soft rugs----The last of Victoriana.Let the starsPlummet to their dark address,Let the mercuricAtoms that cripple dripInto the terrible well,You are the oneSolid the spaces lean on, envious.You are the baby in the barn.
I am a miner. The light burns blue.Waxy stalactitesDrip and thicken, tearsThe earthen wombExudes from its dead boredom.Black bat airsWrap me, raggy shawls,Cold homicides.They weld to me like plums.Old cave of calciumIcicles, old echoer.Even the newts are white,Those holy Joes.And the fish, the fish----Christ! They are panes of ice,A vice of knives,A piranhaReligion, drinking
Its first communion out of my live toes.The candleGulps and recovers its small altitude,
"The candle Gulps and recovers its small altitude,Its yellows hearten. O love, how did you get here? O embryo Remembering, even in sleep, Your crossed position. The blood blooms clean