Sunday, October 12, 2008

Dancing With The Dead

Because they were stolen little by little, I didn't see them go. And I didn't know till I was walking in strange and wonderful places, beauty all around me.

My words.

So I borrowed from others. Stole what used to be mine. It didn't matter from whom.


In a New York minute,
...everything can change...

Tony Curtis:

There is a winter inside me, a place so cold, so covered in snow, I seldom go there...


And so long as you have not known
This: to die and so to grow,
You are only a troubled guest
On the dark earth.

I cannot hide and feelings bubble up and I cannot hide and sadness engulfs and I cannot hide and I re-read Sexton and I cannot hide and I lie down to be covered in shells and bones and silence.

But there is no silence.

So for the moment I'm lost.

So, for the moment, I'm few and far between.

But you have no voice for singing
and you sleep too unsettled for dreams.
Your needs and your thoughts imprison you.
You have the cold embrace of a stranger.
Even your God has banished you naked.
I pity you and you think you pity me.

1 comment:

Jenn said...

I'm sorry, but I really really don't want to be here.