Down to the blight of the moon-rise I shunned Ether dressed in her black dress, stood a leaf left Never gazing beyond the twirling veins In all the flowers and the rain
Tag: Free verse
In mind.
and I’ve never known him this man of earth, of war and weedy cypress, lizards and their fluted skins married to the wind; phantom epistles from Vietnam
“When I Die” by Nick Pipitone.
When I die, I want to see Jesus’ face wash his feet, though he’d wash mine because he did it for the apostles
to grief.
bare-bones / wed to abandoning in-utero fingers; the apple bursts like an appendix
Ocean to Ocean.
Ophelia flowers leaving to the excessive blindness by the fingernails of psithurism, and trees that inherit the blood red
Pseudopsychosis. 