17 March 2006
emily unlock'd heaven w- my hand
ah she’s back , th’antiseptic
annoy'd as usual.riding dawn’s breath
on a pearl around my neck.iv been sleeping
for months w- dead swans
waiting…ah, been waiting since
so many scarlet moons pass'd.and
waiting is so good when you know
she’s going to come.
in th castle of gaze and quiver, where spires of
black hair release shudders of holy purge, but suddenly
she claims not to be
into th castle life anymore.i hardly understand
bloody english in those
black pumps come in
and out of heaven so calmly whence th door was shut.
‘oh count, what you have entered into me
has ingrown, no master – im so sick of you.’
and so don’t go, i said in stabbing spirits,
‘remember,
that famous dialogue where you said
yes
and let me into th chamber;
you were writing w- th door lock'd,
and i took off your dressing gown
and suck'd out god.remember. ’
so i pray'd quickly on th wet skin
of angels.and prey'd
once more for th dim
virgin in their fold.but
she became abt face and horses
clack’d away like a
bed frame, away on th stones,
and th little air I got off
th memory of violence and small feet
was just enough to wonder
what went wrong.
annoy'd as usual.riding dawn’s breath
on a pearl around my neck.iv been sleeping
for months w- dead swans
waiting…ah, been waiting since
so many scarlet moons pass'd.and
waiting is so good when you know
she’s going to come.
in th castle of gaze and quiver, where spires of
black hair release shudders of holy purge, but suddenly
she claims not to be
into th castle life anymore.i hardly understand
bloody english in those
black pumps come in
and out of heaven so calmly whence th door was shut.
‘oh count, what you have entered into me
has ingrown, no master – im so sick of you.’
and so don’t go, i said in stabbing spirits,
‘remember,
that famous dialogue where you said
yes
and let me into th chamber;
you were writing w- th door lock'd,
and i took off your dressing gown
and suck'd out god.remember. ’
so i pray'd quickly on th wet skin
of angels.and prey'd
once more for th dim
virgin in their fold.but
she became abt face and horses
clack’d away like a
bed frame, away on th stones,
and th little air I got off
th memory of violence and small feet
was just enough to wonder
what went wrong.
# posted by hardyf : 10:52
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emily just broke my heart and i don't even know her, hardy. how did you do that? and with imprefect grammer, so fluid and full of memory and emotiona and... wow, tonight, i cannot praise you enough.
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