Followers

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

deflated

               so there were turths, and forbidden.
               

the sloughing off of
what we are ''attached'' to
                       (attracted to) 
                       refracted and
                         collapsible. balloons that are
                                               all out of breath. 
                                the strings
rub and callouse our fingers,
reaching for the floor;

smearing.

swearing.

swerving.

the dregs of what we
                      wish for, in faulty wishing wells
                      with reciepts 
             (for tax purposes).

              i am a figment 
              of my own right.

                                the pigments of blind sight
                                (faith lost in the undertow)

              so there are truths,
              and forbidden; reaching
                                          over our shoulders, for   
                                                     the night before.

1 comment:

Sophie's Smoke said...

i loved
the drop
and flow
of my eyes
down this