Thursday, May 3, 2012


both a part
and a place,
where the collaborative efforts
of a wish
and a need,
and a whisper of breath,
crawl from our mouths
in sluggish,
violent forth-comings.

so nonchalant,
that with a flick of the wrist,

a demand,
and a vulgarity of breadth,
to grow limbs,
and lungs,
and many eyes
with tongues,
that pierce
and carve little puzzle pieces
from paper thin shadows
that dance,
and clasp,
and multiply

to become fistfuls
of matchsticks.