Mina Loy


Moreover, The Moon --- - Poem by Mina Loy

Face of the skies
preside
over our wonder.

Fluorescent
truant of heaven
draw us under.

Silver, circular corpse
your decease
infects us with unendurable ease,

touching nerve-terminals
to thermal icicles

Coercive as coma, frail as bloom
innuendoes of your inverse dawn
suffuse the self;
our every corpuscle become an elf.


Comments about Moreover, The Moon --- by Mina Loy

  • Rookie - 108 Points Brian Jani (5/4/2014 11:54:00 AM)

    I like how you wrote this poem Mina (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Goldy Locks (1/18/2007 10:52:00 PM)

    white-hot. chocolate. cause it's that good.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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