Pages

04 February 2012

xy

she feeds her own fiction

firm thoughts loosen their roots

disowning the dirt

the debris of change

chapters chiselled out of undertow and myth

her mind tilled

and spilled into a scar filled river

Styx, her corridors

collide in your water

she's your daughter

dancing on the welds

and bolt holes of balance

tear those womblike walls

let her break

the banks of her own self loathing

drained

by the demolishing of love

a stray

earth

current

conducts the wake

of her imagination

time

on it’s tip toes

tired of belonging

1 comment:

Brian Miller said...

you move so fluidly from one abstract to the next allowing us to determine where on breaks and another begins...your daughter

dancing on the welds

and bolt holes of balance...is def a fav line...