July 6, 2011

marionetted,whetted empty kiss


pantomime me





I am animated
strung, hung
seething and searing
with an foamy boil
and a chorus that ghosts
my empty spaces
bending, pretending to toil
in the odd curves of time
I emit with what's it
as I spit and spat
my spoiled longing 
as I crawl with wingless mold
with my desire
silent and sold
to blind fear
near where
sticks poke through
the heart of me
slowly turning
as a stone would
towards the sea

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