Saturday, October 25, 2003

More Poetry Outtakes

Mad Agnes

Cooing and hooting,
her stepsister lives among the winding vines
of Victorian bedposts.

Agnes dresses in black.
The scars hardly show;
every contusion receives compassion.

She bathes in ancient waters,
where merciful friends share philosophies
with octopi and slime.

Ideas coil like tentacles in the sea.
All night she murmurs,
"Do you think I don't know this?"

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