Wednesday, October 13, 2010



Flashes of movement mirrors of 
tarry gnarled old fingers trauma dreams 
hold, entwine, taffy treacly pull down, drown
crying so futile, never stops, never releases
I fall
sci-fi horror fantasy more real than fake smiles,
cold hands, helpless face turning into far star light
terrorists every complex day snarl joker style
hand off severed legs, laughing eyes, bleeding mouths
and I
will do anything to hide, to blow up anxious bubbles
surround with sound, screams, Broadway songs,
mistranscribed memories
suck down sweet concoctions, guilt and lye
never dying, just scarring unto scars of ages
dried dirty stitching, buboes filled with rage
seeping, seething, anything to escape
even quiet contemplation
unstilled by manic flashes

August 1, 2010

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