Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Powerdown


today I stood like a pylon
hollow and undefeatable
marching without moving
coding messages in semaphore
sending them east
with my fluttering skirts.
crack was the noise
my heart made, in B flat
four four time

I pinned this emotion down,
pegged it to a wire
launched it, passed it on, recorded
the co-ordinates. Bleached
my soul clean. Here’s a lick
of shame, a gram of horror
swirled in shock and drawn
in pity coloured ink. Yes
I withdraw empathy, like a
professional blood
letter, yes,
I am lying. Yes
it feels good, to you too, admit it

we scratch each other’s itch
til it bleeds.

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