| It was just this morning,
This morning with it's apple-juice eye,
When I clung by my toenails to a cracked-stone wall,
Threw my arms out behind my hair,
medusa hair,
Smiled into the hurricane and
whispered
Hawthorne whispered razorblade whispered
soothingly whispered
“Take me...”
Now it is twilight,
heavy-breath twilight,
And the silence has woken which has slept since the
second
God-kiss second
the universe was born.
The edges of leaves and the tips of the grass slip
in and out of definition,
The wind is the only real thing in this
moment,
sweet-delerium moment.
I am a girl in this
moment
who never was alive before and
never shall be again.
There's a boy back home,
A falcon-feather boy,
Whose ocean-bottom aura is streaked with
dragonfire.
I see his spirit dancing,
Phoenix-eyes laughing,
And down inside he's asleep in his passion.
He brushes dark waters with a
razorblade whisper,
“Take me...”
Lifts up his heart on his fingertips,
Thrusts it down into his phoenix-fire soul,
Turns,
Burns,
And smiles.
And within this secret-delirium moment,
His flaming-soul smile is whisked on the wind,
On the only real thing,
To set my spirit aflame.
The rest of humanity,
solid humanity,
logical humanity,
Falls comatose in consistancy,
While this poet-plague rushes, it flows to us all,
All we who dwell in this moment of not,
Dream-fed delirium,
Death-fed delirium,
Whispering into the crackling,
straining with everything,
bursting-with-emptiness souls,
“Take me...”
Then, as the universe crashes in over us,
Collapses in over us,
Silent-sweet apocalypse,
Nobody notices. |
