o, sweet spun sugarcloud
can i have you on my tongue
coax you sweetly back to crystals or
reduce too far and dissolve you into slippery film
dissolve you into nothing
i need your substancein my bloodstream
an endless pattern
infinity
the yellow lights
it's coming
don't let anybody in

o sweet you are spinning clouds for me
too light to step they break apart with soft ripping
under cool fingertips are
this room makes me drowsy
can i fall asleep in the jigsaw space between your arms
i'm ready
close the door
don't let anybody in

is this a test?

to break my heart would have been humane but
they slit my ribs, baby
they . six hands . gripped the sickle took one swipe & clean cut down my spine no marrow just hollow bones & all clink clink clinking to the floor, one and then another
street xylophone
skin following, collapsing without structure
pool of fluid muscle and unguided sinew still dangling
ribbons
how can my heart beat in this red ocean baby
can't even find it
slit ripped in one side &
pain like justice
no sugar in these tangled veins, baby, all knotted like neglected headphone wires
my reconstruction manual is studying literature in the midwest

this mess of me is ruining my shoes where it fell
step one?
where are you


what now

10/05/2003

Posted on 10/05/2003
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