Friday, November 17, 2006

Several Hours

In a stress position. Several hours can seem as a release. It can focus the mind. All is not lost.

Head and face against concrete. Sacking breath and hessian lips.

Two more seconds and it could all be over.

The knees. They are the first to tell of it.

Speak to me of beauty,
And I shall tell you of the smell of hood.

Speak to me of beauty,
And I shall talk to you of muffled screams.

Speak to me of beauty,
And I shall uncannily lift you.

With rope.
With energy.
Without the use of arms.

1 comment:

Cocaine Jesus said...

oh what a pleasure to walk with molly through these blog lanes.