Sunday, July 21, 2013

trembling in the windows

i so wished
the Tibetan bell
i hid in the sculpture
would herald redemption

you crafted for me
chimes in the wind
trembling in the windows
i shattered all of them in anger

my white hair in the shadows
i hang upside down
crawlers under toenails
bind me to the beam

one drop of blood
absorbs all the poison
o, bleeding heart
i wished you were a clockwork
mechanised and accurate