Archive for November 21, 2009

Inside the Fence

i danced across the angry sand
to find

your lips pressed into the
pinching wire

i hurled my self against the
rush of

blasting fire spikes that raked
the un

suspecting skin of my
wanton

desperate lips

barbed-wire kisses

 

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Unfinding Me

What is the self that is not explored, a half-lived life, unknown, abhorred.
The chastening call of reflection –
I am unknown.  There is
You know what I mean –
You’ve been there too.
Behold the guise behind which lies
The hidden part that seeks its not self.
You are unknown.  Behind my face –
There is me.  I am mixed.
It’s a loathsome hideaway.
Repentance made – there is no God to forgive.
The soul is the self all connected –
To one not me inside of another.
You flee.  I am found.
Dark wing flies to the hidden shore
Of remembrance held, gone not away.
Be not still in your finding.
Long nights of trees and lost beginning.
Where did he hide the newling that was
Not yet?  Don’t ask for it’s not had.
Where is the newling not yet?
Ask around the place she could have
Been made.  How Past.
What strange thing.  The fog uncovered in its
Thinning.  The shadow shape unmisted, ungone.
I find.
You are weird.  You are that I find.  To see
Two ways.  Unbecoming, am.