Sunday, April 25, 2010

muse to muse

i wl be your muse
if only you wd be my witch
suck out my soul and spit it
into the cauldron and stir it
with your juice to spice it
the fire in your eyes to cook it
sip it and kiss feed me with it
lip to lip
kiss to kiss
muse to muse
wait for it to spread inside
you and me and us
and words to erupt
that wl scald the world
and scar it
for ever

Saturday, April 17, 2010

long day, young night

long day
young night
phantoms rise
on the checker board
finger tips move
tracing the path
a few killed
a few born
some pawned
some taken
none given
veils drop
shadows split
spirits merge
mind hangs
upside down
blind as a bat
no moves left
in the graveyard
the raven takes wings
in search of a moon
the bat still hangs
upside down
from her beak

Sunday, April 11, 2010

enough of these words

bury the words
in the womb
long before they are born
and learn what they
struggle to say
just by
smell touch taste
of every nook, corner
and crevice
on bare skin