November 11, 2008


An untitled pantoum. I think I put it in my portfolio. I think. Everything from those hours seems like a blur of coffee and hysterical laughter. A disturbing time.


I stumble, diseased and twice distressed

A desperate need to feel

Alone, my voice released, undressed,

I'm fumbling in the black.


A desperate need to feel

Alive, my hands numb and burning

I'm fumbling in the black

Always falling, twisting, yearning.


Alive, my hands numb and burning

Hot through cold with tinny wails

Always falling, twisting, yearning

And all through it my face pales.


Hot through cold with tinny wails

And all through it my face pales

Sallow beneath the traitor's plight

Our star prevails, our shining night.

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  1. pooja

    you chose shining night, you traitor!! x

    17 Nov 2008, 00:41

  2. We both know it was for the best.

    17 Nov 2008, 01:01

  3. I like. I’m sorry, I have nothing intelligent to say. But yes, it is pleasing on my inner ear.

    22 Nov 2008, 20:43

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