Litkicks Message Board Archive
1. Fantasy is not deciding not to remain.
Wise keys leave doors.
I apologize for my thin legs.
I used to not be, see? Gust
Of windigo, prosthetic redwood
Sprint of leaping, bound, and
Gliding with pride I accepted
What was perfectly imagined,
Up and over blurred gorge of
Muddy pigment and figures
Divided by angle and furious
Love, limbs not divided by insult
Landing straight in time as time.
The butterfly flutters by. Ingenious
In genesis, an electrified apricot
Dipped in ink, spattered really
And pressed between the angel-fingers
Of a pixie. Before this gets too
Precious, let me speak of horror.
Tastebuds are large mountains
Of expectation when seen
From battlements of tooth, teeth
That set free blood and quickly word
Forgetful encodes chatter and
Is vauge enough to be respect
When new mouth blossoms
With what fruit to make flowers?
3. SECRET ROOM
The way snapshot will replace
Memory you've never had. I
Don't believe in sketches or
Fragments, it's either complete
Never begun, or abandoned. Even with
Thought, right about where
The mind meets longing, is
A charge of neuron, a purge
Of blood from needed parts
To those asleep. My heart
Stirs like a camera and shutters
Bang against the outer wall
And I bang against the inner
Mind, and brightness is
Deft compassion assailing through
The window, nailing me right
In the soul. And I hammer away.