Saturday, July 02, 2005
Water Street
my head is exploding
whole skin wants scratching
immerse me in sensation
scream jump up and down
whirl naked in a sandstorm
rake me with your fingernails
wrap me in your many arms
hang upside down
turn inside out
lie down in fire
burnt hairless
I read your words nonconsecutive streaming word banners
remembering trying to pull the edges of my life together
who was loved who was useful Johnny me child idiot wife
what was I thinking I wonder from this distance 58 not child
hysterical in the bath Melisande and me tripping in aprons
layered we wore three at a time Peshe raving on water street
Johnny baptized Julian in the storming sound it was enough
the hurricane came you leaned out the window a minor storm
what we chose and what we chose not oh god I still grieve
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