Posted by kid_A on March 20, 2002, at 11:58:06
DESTROYING THE EARTH
AFTER SUNSET
When there is a
little sleep
there is an apocalypse
God puts his finger in the
dike and the water rises
to the top like fire
In the end we all
go like this, Noah
aimless and without
direction--
spectres without rest
without a home to
soak our feet
When we were young
we slept in the dead
leaves like angles
making faces at the
sun, hung in the
sky like a wreath of yule
like a watch ticking--
breathing its heat
on us like a rapist
i never knew
it could be like this, but
when we get older we
see the sun as it truly
is, the last vestige
of hope for the
sycamorei can't say that i
know the sun, too far
away to be touched
like you were to me
simply a phantom
and when i made to
grasp it, it slipped
from my fingers
like smoke
i should have known
better
i should have known--
but the sun forgives
like the Father
and so it forgets
and in a time i would
too, growing to loose the
ghost that hung its
albatross upon my neck
i should have known--
but the sun gives
no secrets, it lies like
one of usAt night when we put
on our sleep like a
skin, there are wolves
that cry at the moon
vexed, and want for daylight
something to baptize them
something to forgive,
and in sleep there is
nothing--
and the mountains
crumble into dust that
you blow from your
hand--
and the seas become
a desert full of fish
and i hold you here
perhaps there is a kiss
i don't recall,
perhaps, for a day, but
when i wake
nothing--
just an empty bed and
bottle--
and empty hands
and like that stupid
song, my grandfather
had sung to me
when stitches made
my maw, i held my head and
cried, cried something--
something, yes, something
not unlike a
wolf.
poster:kid_A
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