Chronological Bath

Posted by I on October 04, 19101 at 15:27:54:

From time to time a bath ,
Stop to feed the porcelain ,
In the middle of the night ,
Even simple gestures are impulsive ,
From the whites of it’s fists ,
Lands a glossy abyss ,
A continual drain ,
Sanctimonious cold ,
A pull to move this way ,
To see the top of the foot lifting ,
Carrying toes like carrying limbs ,
Silk skin warning acrimony ,
With blood’s road maps ,
Penetrating the water .
And you ,
Why are you sleeping ,
when I am explaining here certain things .

Ice plants in a morgue ,
One loves Lasagna ,
One has a twin sister ,
One plays guitar like fire chases his fingers ,
One has a heat rush on his soft lower belly …..

Body parts , labeled , packed in wet buckets ,
Toes , like little limbs ,
Stretched taut ,
Like this ...

When power dies ,
Some , with cloudy faces,
Sleep on old bandages ,
Or go mad singing off key ,
Or smoke cigarettes and stir eye water
in silence ...
The room is entirely different this way ,
Rain here is my sea turned upside down ,
And I didn’t want to wake you ,
I tried not to cry , but I couldn’t
help it .

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