Thursday, August 20, 2009

fizzes and fiddles

Fizzes and Fiddles

jumping from ledge to ledge
it smells like victory
but it tastes like defeat
standing on one foot
the wide eyes of the confused
in walks the revelation
head held so high
sniffing the air with flared nostrils

sitting down and surrounds
with both arms
big and fleshy
wiping away the significance
taking it all up
in one large swallow

and lying down to sleep
with the absurd
the hoary night
held tightly in one had
underneath the blue pillow

I look at her sleeping
she is breathing heavy now
stunned by the feeling
like the electric eel
reeling with the power

her confession of pain
to peel off the civility
her romance with calamity
this talk of killing
I place in a small box
next to the glass of water
on the nightstand
I am still a spectator

© 2009 Deep Piercing Cut

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