Aug 11, 2011

Rummaging



Rummaging in this plastered world
what do I hope to gain from giving the ever hungry?
what do I hope to save from my sieving religion?
i have loved, but never a love I could not poke holes in
sunk in pleasure, but never a sweetness that didn’t turn acid
in people’s hollow mouths, I feel defeated
i want a language that renders silence
a home that doesn’t grow small or weary
no door I’ve bolted ever barred these winds of unhappiness
no man’s warmth ever stopped my shivering in the night
i want to satisfy this female who rides me with reins harsh and jagged
i want to find a face under the cracks of my flawless foundation.