expiration
dates in hourglass lullabies
hiding in the dark
whoring any light that haunts me
I
am a hunted volleyed humanity
a
slung shoulder species sway
I
am walking down the road
to
nowhere and everywhere I can
I
want to feel special
I
want to know each step
each
gritty gravel sound
beneath
my feet
each
amble and bramble
over
cracked concrete
between
erosion and
toe
clung rooted weed culture
the
yogurt is rust and
a
must to eat
while
going crazy or bust
I
short walk onto shorter piers
peering
in the waves again
appearing
storm driven
with
the winds lap-lashing
crumbling
fingered shores and
the
dotted cottage landscape
waiting the wades
finding
me inside
their
splinter-pane exits
as
the sewers swallow sand
in
reversible jacketed dinner affairs
outside
where glass used to be
I
lean against the rain pelting me
in
its cold streams
remnant
paper currency
glitter
howling all my vacuity
into a neon filled empty space
of my determinate vanity of ugly
lonely and afraid to be anything otherwise
skeletal
steel desire
is
the only empire still standing
when the calm returns
reminding
me that some houses
are
always going to want to be holy
are
always going to want another chance
are
always going to be crying out for souls
are
always going to swim into angry seas for holes
to
hide in suction cup verbal meanings
sticking to the insides of memory long after
the
instant chew flavor of contemporary, wears off
I
keep walking
I
savor my illness and
hairless primate logic
pawning
my soul to all fours
cornering
down from the trees
I
am stringing sanity in little pieces
twisting
bread ties where sinew used to be
my
bones are a hallowed disregard
a
shard-hollow marrow channeling
burps
and spit boiled titillates
every
pot on the fire
I
don't ever want to be late for dinner dear
I
suppose not she says
for
one never wants to be as hungry as
lady
liberty on her knees
she pretends to still defend
the wretched and the poor
pouring a false literature and pomp
as everyone's friend
even as there are those of us
that
couldn't hold a job if there were one to have
couldn't
hold our hearts from corrosion
couldn't
hold ourselves to bear a standard
beyond
unfit to shrink wrap and sleeve
so
please read what's printed on the plastic
and
dispose of what packages us
outside
ourselves, properly
EJR
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