06 September 2012

18. shall we gather (a river)

shadow moving over me
fascinating, horrible
running ahead

lie stolen from a book
like lavender
memory of sour sweat and snuff.

i do not know what lavender smells like
how wonderful
to close my eyes

wrecks, shotguns, dusty ropes,
screaming, falling out of windows,
things inside them.

fascination with violence
the bigger veins near the elbow

hunger and heat and dying
sleeping but not sleeping
i almost never

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