The power of words
tricks the eye
into dispensation from the protocol.
The velvet steamroller
caught in a chaotic dance
caused a crack
in the mirrored portrait.
Build a layer of scar tissue
over the wound
and keep going.
The blood of a bird
flows over images
as sparkling diamond clouds
cover my lord's
Finding a duck's neck
into the midnight
ONLY THE MOMENT
round objects hidden.
I am not afraid.
...leaving the cans where they fell,
I gathered cleaning cloths soaked
with linseed oil, wadded-up paper
towels smeared with paint, and the
spent capless tubes of manganese
blue and cinnabar green on my way
to the garbage.
that I accidentally left open
during the rain
while I was searching
for the last
piece of the puzzle..
I lick your tears for strength.
I breathe your sorrow for hope.
I touch your perfect mind for practice.
a bit of the entire structure.
crashes to the sky.
grounding electric thought.
with the smoke of a thousand primitive murders
cords of seaweed wind around my legs and torso
strapping me to this delicious fountain of wine
I breathe in.
I breathe out.
swallowing sweet triumphant excesses
screaming scandals drowning+squeezing
sucking+reciting tales of magic+mystery
my next silent scream comes from the place
where you lived a bazillion years ago
when the ships carried wool for the pirates wives
i couldn't have said.painted.sung.whispered.hidden.boasted.shouted.believed.cried.promised or dreamt it better than this.
~better than anything~
©Donna M. Surles 08.15.11