Sleeping Wind
Male flood of flesh--
you hoist the lever, pull the trigger;
my sinking skin breaks damp
into the angle of double moon,
it's sharp bones drive deep
the brassy, ashen, sin of fire
into my brambled brain--
wherein lies the hoax of twisted dreams
and screams-- toxic, gusher- moans
The sun blows the feathered worm
until it becomes deaf;
there are no exceptions
My ragged, red curtains are torn;
stained into earth's sienna, sockets
You taunt incognito, cooing your snares
my ardent patron, mortal mentor--
with dreaded expectations
I don't understand you
I am simple; just a slip of a woman
and my wings itch; I must go
Fly, fly into the sleeping wind
art: radical sky @ imeem.com
CTSS
Joyce Green
'I don't understand you'
JFTLOI
By softsmiles
© 2008 softsmiles
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