Jun 17, 2003 18:38
we are mad. vicious. eviscerated.
grounded, underground
white hands drive us into the casket
you come up my throat like a tidal wave
twisting and turning, idiosyncratic
i blink you back, shake you off,
lids locked like a safe
eyes like stones in the sockets
out of the vacuum, the air is so heavy, i slip
underwater for an instant, two loves in the corner,
peeling back the scalp and diving into the gold
the flood is neck-high, laps at the backs of our ears
say we're in it together, sharpening our hearts on the edges of eagles
poor paroxysms, electric reactions, stiff as a bullet against my bones
stiff like your shadow in sleep.
splashing onto the floorboards
squinting into the sun
looking for another day to come to the rescue