photograph by Joel-Peter Witkin 'AnnaAkhmatova',1998 © |
the alchemy of gunpowder skin while wading mistress wind
stand or swim
sink or fly
immerse averse
versions dyed
what have you
pocket me
for pleasing
or squeezing
is it my scent
or time you seek
who cares
is flavor too,
soul sow seeds
pieced of you/
there across broken into
and abandoned houses
where a manufactured neighborhood once stood
you came for yesterday's
slow crawled insides
and little view-master futures
meaning only to leave
this place in ash
while walking away
and not looking back...
you say constantly
to cash in
chips and needs
breath and bleeds
how fond we should be
of the wind
corner to corner
drawn to quarters
no direction without sin
here, where one
never minds
or notices how
or where she carves
the erode between
escape and staying thin
bones and flesh
to banal thoughts
of why rivers are
the vena cava of rain
taking able bodied words
and demands
to wish
for something
besides articulation
and wanting to be
on fire with something
not quite meant
to be figured out, something
more mad than not, something
like the hiss and spit
of a stove top pot
full of potatoes,
carrots and beets
we like for eats
when weather turns cold...
EJR ©
Once again, I love your work.
ReplyDeleteThese are my favorites:
the title
"pocket me
for pleasing
or squeezing
is it my scent
or time you seek"
"you came for yesterday's
slow crawled insides"
"meaning only to leave
this place in ash
while walking away
and not looking back"
"here, where one
never minds
or notices how
or where she carves"
"and demands
to wish
for something
besides articulation
and wanting to be
on fire"
Keep 'em comin'. :)
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