Tuesday, November 08, 2011
if you hear repeated and sporadic pops chorusing as my vertebrae twist away from one another
don’t be alarmed it is only because
it is only because every atom of oxygen released back into the muscles
oxidizes the whole system
i am one molecule closer to the day when other hands will ease my troubled and aching body.
no i won’t trouble and ache no more.
I hear splashing rip across the river
the water is torn
before i make my first gaze
& come to understand his features (whoever he is and will become),
he swims up to my canoe
legs and fingernails crusted crumbling with dirt,
i feel the grime textured teeth
i’ve not slept in days and my bed’s been unmade much longer
then too quickly again
too familiar, you wipe the war paint from my face and tell me that this is not a love poem,
love poems are only for suckers,
and the night is too near not to rest.