Delilah Des Anges - Year of the Ghost: Collected Poems 2011
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stop like this train in her birth canal; the earth will send a cardiac arrest through the remaining roads, and we will relinquish our loads, freed slaves,
toppling up to our graves, Along cramped and forgotten escalators. But below our toes the rats dance a foxtrot and if we never make it up
top They will keep a warehouse rave upon our wasted bones; it is the rats who
own this city.
lifetimes Corrupting the lifeblood of a landscape Takes only a second; cough and watch the poison spread like mercury in the heart, filling the liver with lead, boiling the clean thoughts from your head and slashing your sinuses with grit; building a dream takes an eternity, breaking it less than a minute.
lifetimes Corrupting the lifeblood of a landscape Takes only a second; cough and watch the poison spread like mercury in the heart, filling the liver with lead, boiling the clean thoughts from your head and slashing your sinuses with grit; building a dream takes an eternity, breaking it less than a minute.
We do not buy apples from South Africa (the world is on fire and I am excited) We do not support the whip hand or the boot heel (the world is on fire and I am burning) We do not tether ourselves to hatred, only ideals (the words are alight and the sunset is real).
Seeing the flames, seeing the tamed fire settle on your lashes like snowflakes (or his dandruff. He has dandruff, right? Right ?) when you talk about how you had such a swell time last night; It isnt easy. Sixteen fights on a live mans chest because the bottle in the bar got bumped; and his broken fingers form a secret sign he knows the fault was not his, that the loss is mine did you really care about spilled beer are we really bleeding in a parking lot for your wasted Bud, buddy? It isnt easy. Your mouth twists a serene smile I could wipe the skin from his shins the blood from his bones the beauty from his crippling kindness and his open-hearted words and drown him in the open toilet of my want. My. Mine . Mine .
It is easier when he chokes back fear and I swallow in the acid cavern of my grasping body; mine. he s mine. It isnt easy. Slicing deli-sized slivers of cheek between sentences; you had a good time last night with him Slipping distractions through the conversation like land mines; you think you have a future there and within I have a war zone a thousand covert operatives all lacing my words with anti personnel crimes against my sanity. It isnt easy. ( for Jess R )
I thought she was one of them, you know, the ones with the overlapping scales insert the crowbar between the cracks (i love you i love you) and pry them loose; boom you love me too. She had a soft shell, and the words sank and bounced; there was no seam; just thanks. I like you a lot. Leashing the crowbar to a stronger weight violence and language, how else do you strip the sheeting from an over-armoured car i love you (and an open hand on the cheek; soft as a hurricane, slow as lightning, a storm to shake the words out) i love But she had a soft shell and there was no echo. I will love the words out of you on the tips of my fists I will. I will it.
She dented and rebounded; no echoes, no reverb, no reaction, to the stinging thorn where I love you pricks; just this: I know .
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