fell on me like
angel dust
and i was turning
so fast i
could not stop,
in this world of stars
where lovers orbit
the earth like moons
I was caught,
spinning my own circles,
feet tapping galaxies
and comets filling the sky.
I still do not know why
I had those dreams
(and still)
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i wish to part this crimson curtain
so heavy with the blood drip -
ping from the tapestry
and chords of string
pulling at my limbs so they
s t r e t c h
and i am spread across
the stage like a carpet of veins,
throbbing,
each pulse of life a shred of agony
paper skin so taut,
and finally tearing,
ripping,
giving way,
a (hole)
where a heart used to beat,
like a window
to a river of blue.
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did you see past the veils
of mist that i wove
around my face and hands
such delicate traceries
like spiderwebs,
those reveries i spin
everyday
in my head and on my heart
i etch your name
into a corner of the wall
amidst the shadowed shelves,
often forgotten,
but waiting to be read.
i am the midnight rose
that lies black on your breast
pressing close,
against your ragged brea –
ths / til’ i drink you in.
this deadened night,
i am the sweet cloying smell
of jasmine,
in the morning you will not find
me
wrapping my stem around you,
but the burn of rubber on tar.
leaves crackle underfoot,
a door is left ajar –
there is no gentleness in this endeavour,
not mine.
the world always flies by
toofastinablur
and even before the
dawn starts to slur
its way across the sky,
(i am already gone)
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