![]() chez reneeA Poem by bazil zerinsky
she takes me in mourning
the peak of dawn crimson slithers under blinds in echos of past and future and i hear her calling her voice burdened with wisdom she tells me: "the past is only here to kiss the scars from your eyes, to lie you every lullaby until you slip" and our bodies hit caving walls peeled paint he crescends into me and she tells me a story of lost beginnings of a woman named renee johnson and a past condemned to sea green fortresses and wrought iron gates the cinematic story simmers laced in wine and turbulence my body aches with languish she tells me: "you were too young to comprehend and you are now to old to understand" so i let him pull me under melting into egyptian cotton we drown in nostalgia she lets go of my hand and i linger for a moment wondering how renee johnson's story became so tangled in my own and i let her slip into oblivion i am no longer abashed the air loses its weight above me he draws me to the future and we let this ancient house crumble to obscurity twenty eleven is an excellent year to disappear. © 2011 bazil zerinskyAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthor![]() bazil zerinskysan francisco, CAAboutthis should sum things up..... things i like: photography circuit boards rooftop astroturf croquette tea parties writing geeky sci-fi booking live shows german meat porn office supplies bu.. more..Writing
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