Wet Cave
I fled from the thought
the way one escapes pain through poison
wondering in cave blindness
if I could ever be patient enough
so
I save your lines
I plan to keep them close
to mine
because the more I fall in
this shroud
the more my voice falls faint
I need a stand-in
to help hold this together
to help bail water
that the cave in
its caliginous hospitality
has given me generously
my memories of our
conversation water logged and
swollen,
the ink now indiscernible
now that I can’t remember
what you said
I’m sorry but
I had to tear your face
out of my book
but at least now we know
where we stand-
with cold feet.
Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 11:32 AM UTC
Wet Cave
I fled from the thought
the way one escapes pain through poison
wondering in cave blindness
if I could ever be patient enough
so
I save your lines
I plan to keep them close
to mine
because the more I fall in
this shroud
the more my voice falls faint
I need a stand-in
to help hold this together
to help bail water
that the cave in
its caliginous hospitality
has given me generously
my memories of our
conversation water logged and
swollen,
the ink now indiscernible
now that I can’t remember
what you said
I’m sorry but
I had to tear your face
out of my book
but at least now we know
where we stand-
with cold feet.
