I hate that I know you,
your tired skin, your arrogant mouth
lips hot beady promises
broken through time
frying pearls in your kitchen
mosaic tiles burned at their eyes
I hate that I know you
as Eve knew Adam, ventricles like vines
at the throat of the loon

(you fuck me heavenfold - empyrean blind -
and keep me blackjacked against the queue)

I hate that I know you
from the trail of your spine
your posture a sneer to the eve of our moves
your macrocosm hips unscrambling me
from the inside
melting metal from spoons beneath the stain of your thumb
I hate that I know you
as Cain knew God, altars like pyres
to where we're undone.

(you twist me mad - single-filed lines -
and feed my bones where the ending comes)

I hate that I know when your fingers unwind
from the ashes I'll rise
and you simply won't.

08/19/2008

Author's Note: Five-Minute Angst Poem.

Posted on 08/19/2008
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