Tuesday, November 23, 2010


Red velvet mountains, secret and strange?
Light-bringing morning star they named the fallen angel.
Lucifer, the summer nerve.
Enter the summer facility.
The sex facility of the lemon-scented leaves burned.
Rub your lips with lemon verbena.
Spread your limbs into the lemon tree.
The flare path burned above the lemon tree.
The fallen angel hovered near the lemon tree.
Secretly, the red velvet mountains burned with lemon trees.

-Geoffrey Nutter