Sadness

by drunk’sdeathsong

Posted to Action Poetry on 2001-05-07 05:56:00

Somehow dreaming (night sky, lightning
on horizon, haze around her face)
land made ancient, feet nestling under
warm table, momentarily falter, drop
to infinity, or near (she said to
make it up as we went along)
Back made of iron, told to babble
to get through, get by with two
weeks in the country, ( i still see her
hair on the brush)
Still all made up, gibberish of image
and dagger, iconic image nearly burned,
present image for audience, naked with
image in a dream I once had




(PS Written a while back, in a purple felt-tip pen, whilst deprived of sleep and stoned)