Let's Talk About Desire
The way lust can be the taught veins of a marionette
and love the sharp end of a war rifle.
Dance drunkenly shake and glide across the floor
or puncture and seep
leak black and white
a broken balance draining through a lattice bandage.
Be plastic, or become plastic
the element of all matter, yet nothing
but a fuck,
or a cluster of grey knealt to the ground
trying to piece something together
but the strings are so thin they can hardly be seen.
The bayonet is too far out of reach
and the hands of desire were merely a feather,
floating far from the wrist.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
"Sometimes patience is a kick in the head. Sometimes a kick in the head is an alarm clock. Sometimes an alarm clock is a phone ringing in a dream, and sometimes a dream is a little piece of biography trapped inside a snow globe. Sometimes love is 2,000 miles away, and sometimes it's in the mirror. Sometimes we tell ourselves we have found something, but really we were looking the entire time. Sometimes we have the answer but we don't have faith. Sometimes faith pisses on your leg and tells you its raining.Sometimes your stuck in a snow globe and you think to yourself: I didn't know it snowed under water."