Thorn threw up in your lap

by SAMO!

Posted to Poetry on 2002-09-23 23:36:00

‘They always fall in love with me’ I said.
Shut up
Gonna cut off your legs as well?

Still I have said more,
and worse
my mouth a train wreck,
betrays
the good health and the clean cloths,
evicts
the light from this table,
fuels
my wintry voice,

and O that the street should drag me out tonight
hire
my eyes and legs to a long and silent walk

for my tongue has grazed wing mirror,
laughed
through red lights, pounced on green ears

And what if I am no more than moving limbs
and whirring tongue?
Where can I hold and touch the things not said?