Specular reflections
Posted by Rich Magahiz Fri, 20 Jun 2008 01:30:00 GMT
addressing
that sweet abyss:
“yes, yes”
shot full of holes, the substance of our dreams
Sklar, Gibson, and Yong –
their lungs full of
something grey…
floors turn into ceilings (halfway there)
still,
she had to go back…
the smell of burning hair
the purple ones are the girls, I think
there, boy, look!
that nebula there
that was your father
I count the stars; each one flares and dims
he tells her
“put on your other face,
the other”
flecked with hot sauce: angel wings, deep-fried
text, don’t write:
my senses have taken
leave of me
they took a risk. who remembers them?
the loudest prayer
ever said…
and it was answered
