Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Spiders in July

Rising and Shrinking

   Falling and Falling

        Further and Farther

                Away from little voices reminding me

                                                                        Where this land exists.

And it’s colder than it ought to be in here.

Blue spider’s venom

And purple veins

Crystallize these arms and legs

Sliding up

A cactus

                                                         And the map has turned inside out.

Arizona feels like Arctic

And penguins switch partners

Like Rabbits

Eating away at that which is not theirs

And the garden sings major fourths

To the give brides fertilized isles.

(though I want sagebush to scratch their feet.)






I will be silent

Sleepy and too tired

Awakened inside

Alive and breathing.

Oh, Breathe.

Believing in sun.


Born to love in flames

Beneath that

Yearning I feel in purple veins

                                                                    Holding spiders webs closely

And it’s frightening to know exactly what you’re thinking.

But I know not the web inside:

Radically resisting

Aching and

Crashing and

Hoping and Praying

Everything will resist

Lilies and fields of green.

                                                        And it's made in the terrace of Rapunzel’s mind.

The Tower has a Door.

The Tower has a Door.

And many posses keys.


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