| | When will this static lightning
leave my heart, with its feral dogs,
its anxious forges, the smitheries
where the molten metal wails?
And when will this stubborn stalactite
snub the come-ons of the cowgirls,
like the swords and bonfires of my heart,
that moos and softly lows?
This beam won't tire out or quit.
It sinks its roots deep into me
and inside me releases its wind-up demons.
This obstinate crag protrudes from me
and I am the bullseye of its pelting,
annihilating rays.
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| | Posted 11/21/2006 1:13 PM - 460 Views - 0 eProps - 0 comments
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