December 2011
9 posts
The time of waiting has turned my knees to cement, made my body heavy like a stone. My palms sprout shrubbery and out from my mouth grow vines of longing. Now I tear the greenery from my veins and pull the vinery from my mouth, I choke and stumble without my joints but still I, escape.
Carpe noctem. Seize the night.
Forget what you know. Remember what you’ve forgotten.
Honey dripped from his tongue like black gold from the river.
I could have been Marie Antoinette. Ships in my hair. Losing my head.
Take off my hands. They are heavy and bedeviled.
We’ve breathed too near the edge, our tongues are double-edged, like children with weapons.
Also I must tell you, my head’s a bit crowded, so you’ll have to speak up.
In 100 windows I will reflect. 100 windows will not forget. 100 the number, of ghosts I beget.