ok scour me

by Hejira

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-03-22 16:21:00

Ok, scour me,

can’t feel too much underneath the jaw
the shiny copper cleaning pad all over
rubbed raw, a dirty orange carrot
now a bright clean orange carrot.

and leave scratch streaks
the strata of skin layers
under which I can’t anymore hide
myself, red, white red, white
war face.

a fresh start, a weak fresh start,
a scoured, weak freshness
scratched ad infinitum, rubbed until
the peeling layers fall, the layers are fallen,
floating like golden red oak leaves of autumn.