Lithuanian Dolls/Consulate Front
These eyes of dolls seem leaden stones
not canisters of the Faith
but cannon-balls engraved
in tome-like stares so much
waxen shapes, these dust cloths
& spidery webs.
Dolls with eyes stare
lidless & forlorn
such eyes are cracks
minden shapes or basement eves
hogans of the human form.
I'm interested in the priapic
silence of such dolls—their
indolent aura in time
one long amber twilight
& the results are in
the shadows have produced twins
...hazy silhouettes rough-housing
in the dark, come passing headlights
although the stampede of noises
affects nought.
Ticker-tape & collage
in quick thick barrage
these lonesome dolls
slouching half-pinned
in their stalls—
a cat transcends crouching his spine
then pelvic thrusts and tableaux change.
People are divisive, dolls less so.
the dolls know nothing of that.
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