I have suffered wind gagging
Tasted my brown hair
My skull
My filtering soul
Yet I can erase you extravagant
From this table to your shapeless nose
I can erase you
Your flammable complications
And when I do
I will retrace your explosive tongue
And teach you color words
The peaceful mournful vocabulary
Packing suitcase falsettos
I will teach you to soar in the blending of my technique
Daily Archives: April 10, 2012
Small Love
If I could contemplate other faces
Spiral attempt of hearts
Life would serve me tolerated
My mouth would golden keys
Instead I sit here locked in bronze ceremony
Remembering a thousand autumns
Lured by the swallowing waves
Your Godawful driving cells
Our old story of reds and wagons
Chanting easy nothings
Squelching my soul to pity
Lord steel my torso brave
Stitch me woman again
Birth me unwounded
Navel this silence leafy green posture
Furthermore elect my balloting existence
