|
Girls, stop bringing
me down.
I am trying to walk
directly into the sun rise
I am trying to waltz into it
but I don't know you at all,
any one of you, girls.
It's my own waltz-walking
gone wound down to twists
of ankles turning up dust scabs
in dirty pathways
to all your hearts, girls! You
slow me down, as rational
as sea slugs gone slow
from sea salt poured
on the path to the rising sun.
You've got no paper, paperless girls!
Your priorities have not made sense
since I dreamed you up
nine years worth.
Girls, I will curl up and sleep
all of you off, empty my mind
never touch a single hand
it's better for me, it's buddha for me
to go on not talking, to go on
not taking your hands or lips
or the burden of any risk
at all
When I see you,
the smallness of your shoulders
obliterates a year
of focused intake
and brilliant exhalation,
your gift of disillusionment
shaking the faith of all this fake
shambhala voodoo to the floor:
Get this sex out of my soul
or put the soul back in it.
I'm up, now.
This nonsense
inside me has got to go.
-e.
|
_______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [email protected] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
