Post by luceluna on Dec 9, 2001 5:18:39 GMT -5
Half a tank, he says,
As the glass swings the air,
Mannequins dancing.
I am running on half a tank.
Early or later, if one turns earth
On its head,
A tooth hangs, slippery as a bear,
Rustling the reed and slivers of sanity.
This is confiding - I'll
Show myself soon. The shadows
Hump, lollop across his gooseflesh.
I am more hairless than he, now.
I am a child, he says:
Singeing my fur with traces of him.
A touch, embrace good night -
I speak to the empty air, calling,
Sonar and aimlessness.
As the glass swings the air,
Mannequins dancing.
I am running on half a tank.
Early or later, if one turns earth
On its head,
A tooth hangs, slippery as a bear,
Rustling the reed and slivers of sanity.
This is confiding - I'll
Show myself soon. The shadows
Hump, lollop across his gooseflesh.
I am more hairless than he, now.
I am a child, he says:
Singeing my fur with traces of him.
A touch, embrace good night -
I speak to the empty air, calling,
Sonar and aimlessness.