June 22, 2007

Night Speak

It makes me sick to see your page

trapped in a parcel,

curled up like a sneering lip

but it never stays...

where are your ink spots today?

Thrown up to the sky

how they stick and spy down

a million trapped winks in an ethereal zoo...

you play with windows

just to know about other sides

and to decide there is no one or the other

only current

only travel

only sky speak


shatter glass to cut away the skin

you rise to play with lost letters

a starlit alphabet

words made that can't be said

only felt

on waves passed

through sleep drawn eyes

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