Monday, September 22, 2008

A very rough first draft

the girth of a tiger
is the fat of dreams
where the paws walk rivers and mountains
the teeth shine with purple blood

the cub grown to fulfillment
accretes the hopes of fallen pronghorns
the dreams of meaty belches
and its stripes widen and blacken
and its orange tawns

and it feeds on its own lusts
till it is hard, unbreakable, perfect

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