Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Anchor

Sparse like rust
Crumbling like dust
From your fingertips
Dripping from your hair
Vacuumed like particles
Running a race
Drained like oil
Filtered through mesh
Picked like husk
Picked like louse
Crushed or burnt away.

Now you can stay
Gagged and tied
Blinders on
Like you always were
Like you want to stay.

Friday, March 18, 2011

HOODIE

Make me warm in the dark
I look up stars glittering high up
In a blackish night sky face of day
That looms close and alien and warm
Large surrounding rounded all around


Round



Hold my breath as I nuzzle against your t-shirt
Black forms just like ants small
Huddle in your safe black warmth

The world is a bubble