February 2011
第六站 sixth station
draft 3
this song and this poem probably next week
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=33SJ7Q_P54Q
第六站
sixth station
you retract into yourself as if cartridge
to the paw
the shivering hook of a frayed nail
worn from trying to free yourself
dancing hands
that you clam behind
a webbing of things where you sit
intravenously, where your deepest inhale
is a hurried shiver
a flutter,...
thebeautifuldecay asked: Yo! So, I just posted a piece that was inspired by something you posted AWHILE back (once a pawn of time). Had to just show love, give proper credit and let you know I'm a fan of your stuff!
clipped
Pain is that forefinger and thumb’s pinching grip at the top of your shivering paperclip chain spine. Your scream sounds like a wind chime.
“introductions are for nobodies.”
– poet broke storm
driftwood
driftwood among iron spires. as the waters splash becomes the erasers edge, you float on, wishing to hit dry land to be erased too.
but only iron, only iron.
homelessness > lone fear
You retract into yourself as if cartridge
To the paw
Shivering hook of a frayed nail
Worn from trying to free yourself
From the thing you clamor behind
A webbing of things where you sit
Intravenously, where your deepest inhale
Is a hurried shiver
A flutter, that only sleeping on the street
Friendless can take you
A place where not even the Devil would
Offer you solace.
