let me tell you of the raven's sins.

Reading: Dylan Thomas Selected Poems (illegal stolen copy sue me).
Listening to: Savage Garden radio.
Mood: unchangeable.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Neither Care nor Curiosity

The bay fills with deadening
invisibility that makes loneliness a thrill

I am browsing for a can of feelings:
to compare my present with the past,
to ignore Earth's untainted rotation,
to be

Songbirds whistle
wildly at midnight, morning,
any animosity in between —
I only wish I could
a whistler at first, and then a rain-goddess
commanding dark and light to bemuse the skies
catching a storm while dancing to rust

Oh you and you and you —
won't you be my unwilling savior?
Simply noting, never reacting,
you can be lightning in your golden wings —
you can be my everything

I am a little metallic fish
with a thousand glow-in-the-dark scales —
that sea monster you hunt
to commission a miracle
and appease your new-age crowd
The sands of salt you farm from my bed
are my unborn babies —
they will root within you,
anchor you back to the sea

Monday, February 18, 2013, 3:05 – 4:21 PM

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