10.4.07

speech rustles its child's moan
from a trapped place below my weight
saying something sensitive,
young impulsive incoherent

something close to me fumbles into those water sounds
during sleep-starved nights,
i am low resounding.

a page like political landscape
all over me traces of invasion and misnomer
someone is threatening me from a cache of cold rhetoric in arms...

it's not too late and there aren't too many words here.

theories i can't communicate through simple terms
in bedrooms with more than myself
my lips are my own location, unread, undefined

keep forming, in formation
in secluded spaces, torn-off pieces
of articulated knowledge of self as it pertains
to what keeps the pages turning

4 comments:

Travis said...

Everything you write feels genuine and profound even when it's insanity.

Anonymous said...

i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you i hate you

only because you're my favorite person in the entire world and your writing is always amazing
(but shhh don't tell other siblings)

Anonymous said...

oh and I wish I was in vancouver sleeping on your painful floor.

tangerine said...

Best tag ever.