Wednesday, December 03, 2008

the death between us

...............................................I was in two minds
both of them sucking swallows off power lines
........................grunting
there in the wet fields
........................but wait

no means no
O this winter will carry secrets to the grave
a look of transpiration about him through the smog-ice—

Pshaw! it means this in English but he don't grasp
.............between this and this
...............................some other event

...............................back and forth back and
..................................it dances
................like some evil child in memory

.........................this means this

.........................but no not now

like...... this....... he ........picked at her
threw her into some myth
that would shortly expire

look I was watching you fall into it
......moments stuttering by
........... a car across the road scared/counting

...................
waiting now for the blow
.........the glass flooding ....out

... was always............... coming,
there in tumbledown oils of language
dry.................... doors flapping

in winds/winds

[there in the bath covered in hair
sitting upright looking at him
malevolent, matted, masticating]

........................monster

.........................where you got shoved and shaved
...........................................................wriggled like a

O jolly it up sweetheart
with your inner fires

.......................[yes even this fetish
...............he has of light]

now we are stifled kittens
murmuring lastly in the barrel

.........now so sudden you need to know
....................................all of it

.............................................now

..................my last tooth already gone

........................through the cranial arch
..........................................of the dearest
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4 comments:

  1. I read things like this and I am glad we are friends.

    No death between us. I'll leave that to the dead.

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  2. Anonymous10:25 pm

    I've read this a few now and I'm still speechless. Maybe I will find something of eloquence to share but for now - wow!

    zecca

    love the spacing.

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  3. Anonymous5:59 am

    Work in progress still? altered since yesterday...

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  4. Er, yes, work in progress probably. Rewriting everything forever.

    Thanks for the comments. Steve.

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