posting

by A.W.

Posted to Poetry on 2002-08-11 10:20:00

this again cos now ive finished it.


Another long walk into the night

crazy to the wet night
crazy to the slow day
that concedes my warm eye
that feeds the long ache

crazy to the raw light
and to the sober mind
that lights the sun
that hurts the eyes

crazy to the dumb womb
and to the useless flesh
that cowers to the earth
as prey to the wooden box

crazy to the stuttering tide
and to the dry bad mime,
with no tongue to tell the waves,
no mouth to speak the morning