Where Im calling from (illuminara, your thoughts?)
Posted to Poetry
by A.W. on 2002-08-02 15:52:00
crazy to the wet night
crazy to the slow day
that concedes my mouth
that feeds the long ache
crazy to the raw light
crazy to the useless flesh
that cowers to the earth as
prey to the tailored box
crazy to the drunken street
and to the sober womb
that props me up
that marks my way
crazy to the stooping tide
and to this sprained voice
that has no tongue to tell the ocean
no to mouth speak the morning
