i.
I crumble
chalk
on the black
paint
of a water
holding
its breath
in a single
fish
its glass eye
of evolution
and the sound
of god
making light
of his angels
unfolding
as they are
hospital beds to guide
a piloted
exhaustion-
flight reminds the dead. the solo
moan
of a bird
lands
on the shoulder
of a widow
as the twice devalued coin
of looking, looks
on.
ii.
I wish
I could dream
away
my name, the bad
mornings spent cheating
on her sadness
her sadness a jewel
madly
in the mouth
of a thief
some redundant
angel
chewing
the root
of its own
absence.
Jul 16, 2012
Jul 16, 2012 at 3:26 PM UTC
i.
I crumble
chalk
on the black
paint
of a water
holding
its breath
in a single
fish
its glass eye
of evolution
and the sound
of god
making light
of his angels
unfolding
as they are
hospital beds to guide
a piloted
exhaustion-
flight reminds the dead. the solo
moan
of a bird
lands
on the shoulder
of a widow
as the twice devalued coin
of looking, looks
on.
ii.
I wish
I could dream
away
my name, the bad
mornings spent cheating
on her sadness
her sadness a jewel
madly
in the mouth
of a thief
some redundant
angel
chewing
the root
of its own
absence.
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