Mooch Winnipeg - Poem by jerome moore
her hands curve,
around the arching spiral lattice.
Dancing the steps above oblivion,
onto impestuous poison whisps,
whiplashed sea flower under ligatures.
Goddess in a garden of shells,
with arms like fingers
Shiva Linga let your eternal snakes dance
I wear the skin of a tiger who stands not a chance.
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