The voice of a blotted child
is what shaved the mountain
off its trees,of its natural thickness
We rolled cucumbers down our chest
wishing to feel the coldness of his feet
as they dived and rose out of puddles
in the middle of the night
it was 4 am,a minute before a death somewhere
there was wood to burn,inside the corset
of a wildly imagined woman,because i had the time
and he wanted some,but it rained sleep in my head
as it rained wood in the forest..
off its trees,of its natural thickness
We rolled cucumbers down our chest
wishing to feel the coldness of his feet
as they dived and rose out of puddles
in the middle of the night
it was 4 am,a minute before a death somewhere
there was wood to burn,inside the corset
of a wildly imagined woman,because i had the time
and he wanted some,but it rained sleep in my head
as it rained wood in the forest..
Manik Manik...you talented young man. I dunno anything except I am pale compared to this. My talent is pale, my thoughts are pale, my emotions perhaps...but make me wish I were dark and saturated.
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Oh my. Oh my. My word stomach is so full from this phrase alone.
Annie,
ReplyDeleteThank you for your kindness..your not pale until i shine and vice versa...thank you
this line strikes me the most, manik, it was 4 am,a minute before a death somewhere, the suggestion that somehow there is knowledge of this impending death. i do agree with annie though, the corset line is wonderful, as well. and the rolling cucumbers down our chest, i want to know what it means, and while i don't, i can imagine how it feels.
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erin
erin,
ReplyDeleteit means what you first thought it meant....by that you made this poem as much as something from you as from me...