torn labels

stole a house on fire
slaughtered th sun and
secretly propped th basement moon up,
and to you down here I came.

your eyes close
around th room (my mind burrows
   in th liquid haze of firelight
            ; she
skates away w/ the wine , dramatic revolver
bodies on a futon , (underwire cuts my chest )
flicker of flame shadows develop on her negative skin
 
for all th pathetic
loving     pictures and nothing :: now
you hear coming silent Iin th folds of fingers              tongue releases        red bra [ flame
 
                                    th word
“     me  ”   !                 outside th frost bites madder                                     shatter of frozen clouds…snow falls faster
 
th story burns
/ midnite blow
            delirium shut in th attic she (arms love
slips down th basement stairs & finally here
to this basement of glacial affair , time in inches ,, on th nite before th nite before christmas
 

 

# posted by hardyf : 17:46