Thursday, October 8, 2009

Verse: outburst

Cut the night
cut the lights
carve that song
that naked song
into my skin
until we drain it
of melody

let the cool cacophony
that remains
that prevails
conquer everyone
not cancerous
with complacency
or conjoined
in contemplation

the way
that it owns me
all the shapes
the things
that it could be
overwhelm me

now silent
now static
and bereft
of excuses
I watch the clock
I speak your name
I say nothing

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