Thursday, December 1, 2011

Onlooker

It’s about the burn
Fire on skin to bone
Scorching tracts and tunnels
Seared to black the signs that show.
The ways.
The paths.
The turnabouts.
Trails of ember glow
Headlong/reckless/feckless
Lose yourself below.
It’s about the chase
Flight on rockered feet
Steam shine scream the trees
Motored motives row
The claws
The toes
The muscles shriek
Coffered whistles low
Landscape/airscape/seascape
Lose yourself in the show.
It’s about the self
Truth dressed in liar’s rags
Fold the night in blooms and seed
Water wails for a she to sow
To nurse
To sing
Her mother love
Blister garden grow
Naked/flailed/exhaled
Lose yourself, let go.

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3 comments:

  1. Truth dressed in liar’s rags

    that made me cry..

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  2. You're having a rough day. I know. Me too. Just a bit.

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  3. Wow. Just wow. I second the "truth dressed in liar's rags" comment. I am at a loss for words.

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