Friday, January 20, 2012

if it's been a decade, it's been t(w/o)o.

    the years (r/a)ge(d)
    without reason,
    (and/or) the (w/h)ands of a clock.

they've become...
the whole-
    to have
        and to hold,

folding reason
into little prayers
      -pieces of paper-
twisted into kindling

and carried by the fistful
to be washed,
         and later, exhumed

         in every attempt
         to attack forfeiture
         of memory,
         limb, and hunger.

the directions
to follow the ghosts
           have blurred.