26 March 2010

Sorry and Bilingual

I'll be honest. I got tired yesterday. So here is the poem that was all keyed up but never made it to screens near you.

Bilingual 3/25

...out the door. The voices in the hall...

...fell...

...like ivy (she's thinking all of this afterwards).
Hushed, as the flames began...

...were orange and licking, popping floor-
boards, fingers on edges of hinges screaming
paint blisters then peels then melts...

...slam slam slam...

...like t was all happening overhead,
a sudden war in the troposphere...

...folding in, then...