Disintegration
by Leslie Ann Eisenberg
The damage
was deep
The damage
that seeped
into my veins
Crumbling my dreams
At 3:18
My blood loops the
racetrack of insomnia
Where I place my bets --
Longing, for the win
Servitude, to place
Shame, for show
(my self-inflicted trifecta)
I run through
The empty tunnels
In you
Your sticky sap
clings to
my arm hairs
like superglue
How will I ever get clean?
I draw my bath
in my breath
Looking for answers
in the tea
leaves of murky lavender milk,
with the soft-focus glaze
of an airbrushed life
Theres a yes in there,
Somewhere
07/02/2003
