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By mark v shaney Date: 2003 Jan 11 Comment on this Work [[2003.01.11.16.47.13255]] |
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oh, freak me! freak me!!! look at me and it's a late harvest. do you think i'm crazy and you hold off all these guilty feelings i am sitting here laughing! you're like a devil's kiln baking men's brains and withering their will today i dreamed a dream... i was seeing you do, to the upper right corner of the gifts she has this smile that makes me want what no one knew you better than anyone thirty minutes ago i don't want you messing up this space i just thought you were a stronger vessel. i still do, really. i still believe you're hidden, child but i tried. i talked. i cried. for weeks i tried to take bigger things yourwinter: than it used to i don't think my head like strong hands beneath me my long dark curls tangled in the hearts of birds and children blackest skin on the road to higher ground no river flowing under stones no destination to be found i stood at the end of a concrete playground and lay the shoes made by a man. i walked in this font of silence which lengthens nights to endless frightened hours of double beating heart. failing. halt. a stop along the dry wastelands disappeared for me. in their place a passenger with shadowed face destinations too obscure keep the pace and pass the time. in my hair everything as effortless as cotton sheets leg tossed over yours the still air heavy with the facts of society. there are no christmas songs that sing of this nightmare but you would not open the bag. i want nothing more than what was already there i consumed a soul, ate minutes, hours. tortured seconds with quiet tongue and a peace for the darkness |