All bodies lie naked amongst ruins.
What supurfluous covering matters?
With blue back drop
I spy fields
for a self painted gold
to hide the wells:
Where steadfast rhythms
keep me silent,
a self containd and defiant.
My eyelids keep blinking
and I miss the point,
the moment of departure,
the modicum of answers.
I breath and breath
drawing in air to ignite my flesh
to builda fire unquenchable,
to contain the peripheral truth lost
amongst the ashes of transience.
1 comment:
hey- thanks for your comments. i always appreciate it when i know that people from home read my shit, ya know? i usually check your blog everyday so WRITE MORE!
i like you're poetry a lot, too. i'm moving to a new apartment this weekend and i'll have a new phone number. maybe you'll be able to connect to that one. i don't know what it is right now, but when i know, i'll give you a holler. until then, i don't have a phone card now, but i'll get one soon.
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