Sunday, 11 May 2008
My Truly Warmest
Not a hole in my heart exactly, no white noise,
I can bleed no more for no-one.
No bullet through my head, unbearable shame,
there is no no-name unspeakable.
No impossibility, no slashing of wrists in moonlight
and no no-one to blame.
My entrails are all inside, so how do I describe this
giddy fold of flesh, fresh shudder of happy
shrapnel, gentle Angst. Changing cells
from the inside, you are a beautiful mistake.
Fate gone awry, new rivers
carving out a dapple-drawn morning.
Falcon dawn, cracking open
the ancient geode, gold vermilion.