She’s reading your minds
as you pass by, thedipsomane déguisée en rose
While she waits
for her date
to turn up, the moon
in the man…She know exactly what is going to happen
she’ll be guided
upstairs
to a bedroom, and turning around
he will show her his
gunHe’ll ask if she would like to
hold it,
which she willamazed
at its lightness
and beauty
this thingit must have taken 4 million years to make
squeezing it she will feel cold
and invisible light flowing
into her spineSo there is a door out of here after all
And to visit a new place creates one
in the brainHow do you say no
How do you say anything
to throw up inCan I use this room to cry
Radiant fuel
body
of wateralong which she walks, she is
walkedWhy
did we leave, and how
are we ever getting back—
—
By: Franz Wright
Reblogged from Poetry 365.
October 22, 2009, 10:05am
