who walks the passage
down and through
our lady
finds her wide
lewdly splayed
and propped up
a glistening wound
i enter and feel
memory jog
my whole being
tau(gh)t organ licks
sharp
dissonant
foamy suck of saline undulations
of sweat stained sand and (breathe)
piss and (breathe)
tobacco and (breathe)
day after street market and (breathe)
red clay and (breathe)
18th century iron and (breathe)
rum and
rum and
(breathe!)
i am awash with womb fog
too thirsty not to breath it in deep
to drink the remnants of spilled petitions
from hollowed out libation flask
and make demands of my own
(chega! pare agora!)
she
dissipates
unstable suspension
salty
steeped
though water eludes
there is nothing to keep the flies from gorging deeper on this shiny tumenescent carcass
except their own supersticions
they tilt close and bear witness
to lardy marble
becoming soap
February 13, 2007 at 1:50 am
I think
that maybe
this
is the way
to never
leave.
love,
lex
February 13, 2007 at 9:32 pm
Hey Baby,
I miss and Love you and look forward to reading your Blog 4eva.
Smooches
March 6, 2007 at 3:18 pm
lyrical
gritty
soul ~ deep
honest,
loving you here hear there and everywhere
ebster!
November 6, 2008 at 3:03 am
minha nossa senhora,
sem palavras para dizer
como suas palavras ja dizem tudo.
boa noite
mo