In various shades of suede stood Rex, King of the Goliaths. The Great Dane beauty had lived his

life according to the laws of God. Kilos of muscle, tendons and fierce intelligence griped the

cliffs to Heaven’s gate, and behind him, carrying a pail of lotus leaves galloped Alex. I loved

him for that. I saw a field of mandarin poppies bleed into the horizon. I saw both giants

laying dead as much as deathly hues could burnish, where the sky meets the raging sea. And then

dreams did weep along the mouth of the central coast as Big Sur cried throughout the night. The

Angels sighed as the ocean, lapping needling pines, did show such compassion that the rains did

come. I saw two giants lying there as eve dipped into the ink of night. And I loved them both

for that. Frosted magma did breach the shores where I lay crying and morning came without her

sirens and all was calm, when before mine eyes I surely saw a dream come forth upon the sky

and I loved God for that and I kissed the sky. When the sun dropped down behind God’s face, I

looked to where the Giants died. Where once they had supinely laid, were two giant Birds

of Paradise, and a raging sea, her eyes opened wide.

06/10/2012

Posted on 06/10/2012
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