Bilateral Asymmetry by Michelle FloydThis language bred diseased tomes that divided creativity
into two imperfectly dissimilar halves,
thrust and twisted and beaten to separate philosophical directions.
My desire for your knowledge wanes - you
with your lightning-jagged lacerations and I -
with my poetry blades.
You sleep and the world sleeps;
I sleep and the world bends, hustles, moans,
solidifies and insolubly vaporizes at the spark
of your thought-flames.
You & I - and our division, and this mirror
reproducing mismatched images, and we agreed to be
the same enemy.
We are geniuses and we trill in the early mornings -
procumbently with our own
literary filth.
"Every person is a volume, darling," I said to you -
from the other side - acutely cognizant of our last,
great separation.
"Some are just better written." 02/10/2008 Author's Note: 7.Feb.2003
[oh, he's my FAVORITE.]
Posted on 02/11/2008 Copyright © 2024 Michelle Floyd
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