Tableau Horizon River Head Sun

Bludgeoned, marooned on hot sand sifting.

Grey matter intimacies.

Flat earth prognosticators at the rostrum of public desire.

Sanguine, unbeleivable orgy of the senses in the dark feeling

In the gritty sand of splintered corners.

Task at hand in the numinous forbidding.

Is it any wonder that we worry, scratch, sniff and delude.

The low growing cactus opens it’s spiny eye in time to face moon light.

Broken bulb, histrionic fortress of day

and night obliterated as it was conceived

In the fire and spray of the waves.

Tabled crust of the bread,

Husk of the corn,

Spine of the book

Label on the naked man reading, eyeing his insides

Uneasily, wrapt between the weft and weave.

Vulva, occular jungle on the treet street.

Rolf's Poems and Pictures