Thursday, September 18, 2008

u title

lung roots tangle this breath
the body a resistant foe while the mind in refusal grows

top soil erodes while the twisted masses reach down
depths beyond the memory of death

am i dark in this step?
is my skin even white?
it feels
like red rubbed raw from labels (called disabled
and the broken lime light signals departure
radical caricatures of the self

masked off temples--
a home without ritual robes where noThing is closed
looking for a door living open and lock-less
where mystery is thick inviting mercury milk--
a poisonous necessity for birth(re-plied
a subtle slide into earth sex and scent

a mutual pattern of ascension
leaving behind rhythmic dissension

spreading palm palettes
across the table
at one end
possible thought
a radical notion

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