wordless,
you made a hole
burrowed
just under my skin
there's a piece of you inside me now
bubbling under like, red, wet, hot, paint
is there a word to describe
it came on so suddenly
the distance of you.
Oh to secretly posses you.
to belong to your lights
your streets
your smells
your wonder
your horror
to posses you like the memory of you
i have no desire for poetry
I want to feel the the words crass and crisp on my tongue
burning fire brand tattoos
unmeasure these words
i want the meter of you.
splashing red molten light from your puddles
stains from the wet paint of you.
ear piercing shrill
is the nostalgia of you.
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
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