fast rattling
September 24, 2011, 10:05 am
Filed under: fine whines, Uncategorized | Tags: , , ,

out of the grass

scruff on the side,

here slides the death of life.

gently curving lives

shucking hissing bodies

over cracked terrains

and remains under

the bellies of boulders.

i sway, fear tripping,

mud feet, needs

strapped for survival.

in these spaces,

nothing is wasted,

least of all:

the dangers of solitude,

the blood beating

a hungry melody

calling predators:

come, feast.

i am learning martyrdom

amid night sky; duly noted,

the death rattle begins.

a shake for the sake of time,

warning: the end is near.

slider slide along my spine

and teach me what moonlight means

without a lovers hand!

there is excitement

with no breath!

le petit morte blows

into a big bang and

there is no antidote for this kiss;

venom wins again.


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