7/13/00
There were loads of words this week, but i settled on this experimental (it is for me because usually my writing is more sturctured and lyrical) bit. It was written quickly and without much hesitation. It's also longer than my usual.
Comments and criticism are desired.
this work is tenatively titled
What loneliness speaks of the sadness
of not any longer being alone
when the green that lights the horizon
pales to peach
and unadorned pink -
and this occurs only in the
hollowness of my own Neck
a throat that whisphers out at night
what she cannot live up to by day
words climb up:
slowly.
to pour out in unadulterated spring
that showers its listener
with truths So grey in
a mist that covers
doubt
blue Incadsecence:
to leave shadow of
all these things.
the motion of words
fleeting as if fleeing
from my uncautious coherence.
and a frown upon my forehead
and a blink to blacken the erase board of
my still wet thoughts.
So undried
I
lean upon the red lines of my stomach
hunched over in
an unrequieted splash of anguish
mind on hand
rest one bit.
put to close your audible breath.
and hear only the truth of the risings:
that unsteadily ache
only a little below.
