Sunday, July 29, 2012

a beautiful death

Don't tell me how a poem is
with your spelling all correct 
and syntax in context 
all lined up (ducks in a row) in deep and meaningful order.

Here the tides are always turning
this way and that, sleepless
as the earth falls from my shoulders,
feathers twisted, into open space.

too many descriptive words
and superlatives
weighing down
how I feel
 about breathing underwater.

I come to your funeral
crying out to death
come out, come out,
embrace me
I am only and always absolutely for you.


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  2. The way the air tries to explain

    The tide holds my heart
    moving, moving over
    pages with your touch
    skin pumping
    mouth to mouth

    a chance sense
    of primal imaginings
    breaking out from a world
    of words.

    ha, i had written "or" instead of "of" and decided to change it. Some mistakes seem better than others i guess :)

  3. You're wonderful, as always.