yakiba
poetry from the tempered edge
Sunday, February 17, 2013
decomposition
of my mind into threads
and loops - swirling dust
the grit - the soil damp,
juicy dead vegetation -
bacteria - worms
the rain soaked shadows
of anxiety creep, seep
into my bones - grit
hold my head under
the water and stroke my cheek,
I breathe needles - gasp
Sunday, February 10, 2013
did you dance alone,
on a midnight tapestry,
crying starlight, blue?
Sunday, February 3, 2013
my name is water,
starlight bathes me and winter
gnaws my bones - eyes - fire
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