Feb 17, 2009 02:00
i will be writing one poem a day until i come up with something great. here is tonight's attempt.
Dejected, you slashed a scarlet symbol
onto my forearm. My cheeks turned blue,
bemused by the icy offer to be your muse.
If I were to understand the complexities
of certain mathematics, I am sure I could create
a formula for this function. Gamma or gallows,
or more simple, say like ceiling. Reaching,
forms for sonnets or a filmy tattoo skin.
I have made the resolution every late morning.
No guttural noises, no shaking, no remembrance.
Or better yet, no death growl. Growing distances,
heated retinas and coldly pondered. Acceptance:
I'd like to live somewhere with frozen bodies
of water. Cube rooted to the floor when you
set foot into conversation about my lips,
I am held and helpless, iced over.