Sunday, November 11, 2012

Black Eyed Theory



Don't know if black eye
is an episode in the universe
or a verse from my vestry,
fire fumes on my floor
charring the cross and cure,
my mouth quivers in
migraine madness,
I've bled like water
and slept with my foe
the one that has slashed me
into slices and
sold me to the butcher.

I do not understand rubric reasons
and those that give them,
I've forgiven and forgotten
from my plate of feed
despite this,
swallowing my sea in a sip,
They say my hand will be held
one day, as I wonder
who will hold
this amputated arm?










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