a fewSMALL repairs
by: poetic abortion & arcane devices( 10/31/05 )
I slice my fork through the sparrow's head meatball
I've been having these dreams (
you are in ( you.were.dead ) & somehow
you came back all.wrong I've been having
& you are dead/but/alive it is confusing & wrong but in
you have hollow eyes, bony fingers & an angel's face ( an elongated neck;
the tease of a swan ) I've been having
these dreams lately ( that.you.died.and.came.back.to.me) but
you came out WRONG
my halloween-eyes girl bleeds a keliodoscope kamikaze from her tongue
she speaks beautiful words of roses lush and blooming
so soothing and purifying...
these days, I've lived without you
comfort in the sweet, sweet, everlating memories
as i ponder on specifically on this day ...
to what youhave become
neither GHOST ... (nor a s.w.e.e.t. cherry-blossomed dEATH)
but a memory ...
a THOUGHT that I reminicise about
on THE 31st of falling l.e.a.v.e.s.(good bye)