all people start to come apart finally and there it is: just empty ashtrays in a room or wisps of hair on a comb in the dissolving moonlight. it is all ash and dry leaves and grief gone like an ocean liner. when the shoes fill with blood you know that the shoes are dead. true revolution comes from true revulsion; when things get bad enough the kitten will kill the lion. the statues in the church of my childhood and the candles that burn at their feet if I could only take these and open their eyes and feel their legs and hear their clay mouths say the true clay words.
Posts tagged ‘poems’
I did not sober up, as if I could do that;
I don’t want to anyway.
I have a headache, my knees are full of scars
I am in mud all around
I struggle to walk towards your hesitant light.
If I cry, can you hear my voice,
In my lines;
Can you touch,
My tears, with your hands?
I didn’t know that songs were this beautiful,
Whereas words were this insufficient
Before I had this trouble.
There is a place, I know;
It is possible to say everything;
I am pretty close, I can feel;
I can’t tell.