(no subject)

[t_w_i_x_i_e]

conversation

know that language means
nothing
your local little speech of stars
provoking images, in itself
inklings
aroused amongst chords
planted against
tongue
bursting blood-orange glossed
thoughts
palate delicquescing
rendered in fluttering
colors
impossible to not feel,
for once the word made
flesh
lifting cobwebs stained
full with remembering
hung out to
dry
like strewn starfish
dissolving in white sand
spiked full , with
possible-impossible half
meanings
threaten to asphyxiate
as landscapes around you shift
arbitrarily conditioned
defenses
self-indulgent grown up
laughter
brimming in your presence
shiny and lustful, yet
too many hackneyed
overtones
threaten to uncover half-spilt
intimacies
forgettable sick
secrets
engorged eyes and twisted
truths
lifted out of burial
hushed senseless
over a bag full of cloth
hung out to dry
like a girl-childs
shame

~~~

so i went for a walk,
to disperse myself
unravelling
till I finally arrived at a loose
end
and I slowly lost the others
just as I found
myself
there were no maps to show how i
remained.

twix ~ may.23.2005