She from the icy folk

catatonic

perfect;

I'm brazen nostalgia across the frosty rims of her curved fingers

remembring my chin

Grandfather called me into his buttercup den

a mile over those places where he had nothing to loose

I tripped over his Okinawa nights

into his arms

blinded by the intensity of his dying eyes

Snow wrapped up my uncle in his sled

oldschool in his reindeer games roundabout his Swiss maidens:

he loved the young ones the best

because he didn't age

and they kept his golden chariots burning through his Cadillac aversions

Cousin divided the world in his breast

flying across the Danube in a motorboat

grandmare's fingers drawing blood out of his future

as she clutched his wrists to her ancient ties to the blood

that made us all

into this strange brood of rust and silver and gold

The big world filled sister out

fine men filled her cups to brimming with jewels and attention

she had that scent about her

gardenia and eternity

a princess who fell blind out of an old book of fairy tales

into the lady slippers of the moment

in electric hum

cars speeding through Italian countrysides:

she left her beautiful lipstick on my lips until my plumeria mouth

opened with her personal wantings

They said father died of cirrhosis of the liver

fine brandy decades eating up his mind

as he ate beautiful women out from under the platters of their husbands' inattention

maidens across the world filled out with his seed:

they were such beautiful gardens

that bore such beautiful creatures

We all believed his tales of granduer

until he became mythology itself to us all

and they said he died from alcoholism

but we

his blossoms

know

that death never took him

at all

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