there is heat in my cheeks, and looseness in my bones:
we are rolling towards summer, rolling stones
through half-lit alleys, heavily perfumed
spring rain stains our lips
and tarmac in its morning haste.
You have your arm around me, but I am bloodless -
disassociation made famous
heart and mind -- while one flutters,
the other floats.
| as far as poetry goes... i think this is as good as you can get it.|
i like that it doesn't sit in one spot. and i very much like that some of the boring bits (rolling stones) i long to hate actually end up being my favourites because they lead up to my, for real, truly favourite lines.
L3 is banging
L's 4 and 5 take my breath away.
the 2nd strophe:
as a window to experience, life is not about just one thing.
so. in reading this, i kind of want to hug you cos it's
kind of like you are walking down a ramp holding the hand of an alien and i can say (to the world) there, mother fuckers! i told you so.
Really good writing in Hamburg.
|| Posted on 2015-05-17 00:00:00 | by theludus | [ Reply to This ] |