breathe me
up
and set me lightly
with hot whispers and the
smell of your swelling thought,
pressed beneath heaps of secret and unsure--
lead me down and
hold onetwothreefourfive
as you grasp me sudden--
-quiet.-
*
air pours slowly through
the city-square window
in its split-parts
the tremor of arguments
in spanish trumpeted
and the fuckyou bleating of car horns
and somewhere
coon topples
garbage can
it all shrieks with the apathy
of city folk--
-do what you will, we don't give a flying fuck.-
*
so darling run me
through--
feel my arching pulse releaseandgasp
to reach the thought-ghost
swirling around and through my
temples
land lightly
speak softly
(andthewhole big stick
thing)
place fingers on
complete me it's
all it's nothing is all
but a final
yes.
-------
A note: I've been experimenting lately with trying to make less sense in my writing. I think I tend to be very overt with what I want to say. It's a nice style, and I like it very much, but I figured I'd try on a different hat for this one.
The composition of this was very much inspired by the writing on this site. It's put together by an extremely talented writer and very dear friend, and I have imitated her style poorly.
No comments:
Post a Comment