Bokelskere.no

As in childhood we live sweeping close to the sky and now, what dawn is this.

Desire is no light thing.

When they made love
Geryon liked to touch in slow succession each of the bones of Herakles' back
as it arched away from him into
who knows what dark dream of its own, running both hands all the way down
from the base of the neck
to the end of the spine which he can cause to shiver like a root in the rain.

Under the seams runs the pain.

Then a miracle occurred in the form of a plate of sandwiches.
Geryon took three and buried his mouth in a delicious block of white bread filled with tomatoes and butter and salt.
He thought about how delicious it was, how he liked slippery foods, how slipperiness can be of different kinds.
I am a philosopher of sandwiches, he decided. Things good on the inside.

Words bounce. Words, if you let them, will do what they want to do and what they have to do.

He came after Homer and before Gertrude Stein, a difficult interval for a poet.