washed in the spine of you.
And I’d ask you to bring a satisfied wine-thought rumination
and speak without rhyme”
“now relax the way with your shaken grasp,
you’ve been like no other woman I couldn’t catch
and the way your chanting licked soundly
to the beat of a cruel inner heat
that wouldn’t go to sleep,
not without you begging"
again
“to hear me say
that I would like to spend another day,
loungin with no reason at all but to see another look
of that face that lit up to the time of anxious early gladness
in the white-spotted glorified horrors of a shot that slipped gruesome
to the touch in the waning catastrophic night”
“blended in an unanswering
to beckon a stressful weed inspired unto the forgotten rush of your sweet rustic cheeks,
shinin unashamed to show the uprisen following of a blue and rough mood
that sang intoxicated in the brutish grind of a soundless street
hazin away in the softened deep
that came with a seed to vanish in the hot forsaken morning of hidden truths”
“as we swallowed awful breaths of meager and sinking failure
that gave it her all and courageously fit into the brew of panic and surprise
and we could figure the rains as they hit charred disdain in our unfeeling dream
of croaking drink and vile moans that troubled our disgraced fugitive blame”
“as I sought out your Gaelic whispers with a charm for sage-grass forlorn
there spun a hint of deranged angst for the painful distance expressed
in the age of a silent rasping damage to condemn an unknowing
in the broken guilt that goes aimless and unforgiving
as the bellows of sorrow and the un-chosen regret
of a million graves violating the entrenched sky”
as journeys go
afraid into the wild
calls of a single space.
“to hear me say
that I would like to spend another day,
loungin with no reason at all but to see another look
of that face that lit up to the time of anxious early gladness
in the white-spotted glorified horrors of a shot that slipped gruesome
to the touch in the waning catastrophic night”
“blended in an unanswering
to beckon a stressful weed inspired unto the forgotten rush of your sweet rustic cheeks,
shinin unashamed to show the uprisen following of a blue and rough mood
that sang intoxicated in the brutish grind of a soundless street
hazin away in the softened deep
that came with a seed to vanish in the hot forsaken morning of hidden truths”
“as we swallowed awful breaths of meager and sinking failure
that gave it her all and courageously fit into the brew of panic and surprise
and we could figure the rains as they hit charred disdain in our unfeeling dream
of croaking drink and vile moans that troubled our disgraced fugitive blame”
“as I sought out your Gaelic whispers with a charm for sage-grass forlorn
there spun a hint of deranged angst for the painful distance expressed
in the age of a silent rasping damage to condemn an unknowing
in the broken guilt that goes aimless and unforgiving
as the bellows of sorrow and the un-chosen regret
of a million graves violating the entrenched sky”
as journeys go
afraid into the wild
calls of a single space.
January 7, 2010
Waking in my step-father’s basement, listening to nostalgic vinyl
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