Inspiration...Sadness...and whatever life takes
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Thursday, February 02, 2006
White
He stands desperately in white drapes,
gargling in sweat and emblazoned by (sensual) fire.
And vagrant eyes dart around from behind
(oh no) as they lick away his robes; every moment-
a mental dishabille. Cerebral and blood rushing,
as hands explore an imagined effigy. And finally,
when it all comes off. He stands like everyone else.
No more special than the whiteness that ate him.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 7:51 pm
He stands desperately in white drapes,
gargling in sweat and emblazoned by (sensual) fire.
And vagrant eyes dart around from behind
(oh no) as they lick away his robes; every moment-
a mental dishabille. Cerebral and blood rushing,
as hands explore an imagined effigy. And finally,
when it all comes off. He stands like everyone else.
No more special than the whiteness that ate him.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 7:51 pm
