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Link Details for: | petals of skull |
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| Link ID# | 149 |
| Link URL | http://janenkorth@cox.net |
| Submited By | Zachariah R. Korth |
| Added On | Thu_Nov_11__2004 |
Description:
Petals of skull The anger comes from fright My mind flees and flights To the point of the body rioting Building four walls without a door or ceiling After enough time, a kind of amnesia Comes over the depression and I stamp And seal an envelope throwing it to the mailman Two days later my package is delivered, a box Of spiders and a number two pencil, the insects Begin to weave a roof and start writing on my Body, I hate tattoos because I can’t erase them The madness is like a clock with the numbers All randomly placed, obsessed with time when I haven’t done anything or had anywhere to go In a century, but I know I’m late and my palms Begin to sweat when life knocks on my ribcage Without an opening, everything comes out from Within, even the sun disturbs my day, the moon Though she is another, waning and waxing like The thoughts that stick to the roof of my mouth I thank god for everything I forgot, afraid to sleep tonight For what dreams may bring, if I stay up long enough The tire of dogs will bark on and all sleep will be Is a long walk to the park, if I’m lucky she will be There tonight playing a cello with her waist, arms Free embracing the frozen music coming from her belly And I’ll lie my head on her legs letting the bow strum My hair back and forth in a rhythm of water upon stone When it rains the statues cry from every part of their body Like a broken fountain, evaporation is how souls ascend A man once told me, so when I see those clouds forming on The horizon, I feel a sadness of a thousand souls, lightly scraping Heaven, like an itch on the leg of a man who lost all his limbs In a war for hells right to a lawyer, silent prayers of thanks Sink to the bottom of glass vases awaiting a bouquet, the Beauty must come from the unconscious thought that all These flowers will wilt, just as a wish can be the most ugly Blossom to unfold in the light of day |
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