Friday, January 13, 2012

Inventory


Inventory


the tyrannical empire
of the absurd  
the tears waiting
at the curve
the way you sheltered
my heart
the silence you dispensed
like a wall in the dark
lofts of desire
the mother that died
when you were a child

the kiss that rotted
on our lips
the beach inhabited
by worms
the bed flying
in a void
the avalanche of gods
and myths

everything given and taken
the shit we hopelessly dumped
on each other
the bread we shared
the caresses,
the weight of our
open hands

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