All entries for Friday 19 March 2010

March 19, 2010

Blue rivers pulse,
the arteries of pink land
stained black
with their secondary colour.

It flickers,
that tube of flesh,
a hummingbird's wingbeat
of living rhythm.

And I watch it.
Watch the rise and fall:
breathing in and crushing out
in a perpetual orgasm of pumping.

This is my blood.

And I watch it live.

Sleep is impossible,
a dream darkened hatred
that sits on the horizon,
squatting,
a distant closeness.

My fingers stretch for it
even as my throat clenches in disgust,
sickened ripples
swallowing through the nightmares
of a new day.

I must not go to sleep ---

for that means I must soon

wake

up...

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