halogenA Poem by Deepwood's Hartstumbled upon but strangely fitting stillIn the voice of the thunder there were words and unwords The wax and butt ends of citrus fruits And pomegranates The perpetual fissured rubies spilling out Into a gaping mouth, an endless hole. There is the voice which reminds me That though immortal I may feel myself, I am only one, a singularity, born from the universal womb, Curled up in ill-fitting clothing Tied as much to electrical impulse as the clouds are. I drink holes like tattoos into the shivering earth. This fiction was not meant for us, Man versus the obscenities of time The vulgarity of space The indecency of his body, his spirit, his soul. Vile creatures We had such a shadow beneath the flickering halogen Shaking out the blanket light, the woolen, threadbare neon With the vibration of hips and thighs. Kiss me, my lover’s lover, because we cannot both be just But unjustice belongs to all. Deliver me from the hands of my enemies And I will be held like water in the hollow of your palms. © 2010 Deepwood's Hart |
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Added on November 22, 2010Last Updated on November 22, 2010 AuthorDeepwood's HartNMAbouti'm really not all that much to talk about. i joined the army a year ago (as a cadet, so not the "real army" but i'm getting there) and, due to space and material constraints, i no longer pursue th.. more..Writing
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