Wednesday, October 27, 2010

I see your eyes



I see your eyes
Charcoaled as it cry
Cacti tears
.
And your shadow hung
Like a stuck kite
On a beaten lamp post
.
Feeling unbroken you dunk
Life into the sewer
Of unwanted ness
.
And you let go–
Behemoth lions of pain
And cock-a-hoop imagining
.
What is this good life?
You’re trying to live for–
What, again?
.
I still see your tears
Charcoal in lento wash
Gently coalesce with mine.

1 comment:

Phoenix said...

tears are expression of grief... mine have dried up long since... but a new pain.. a new longing has brought them alive!