22 August 2010

Deprotonate

Deprotonate 8/21

You have removed yourself

Your skin is dragging and you look colorless

The outlines of your body are bold and you are paint-by-number

Melatonin has pulled itself into its old paint tubes

Your eyes are hollow orbs, marbles breaking on pavement

There is a miniature nova in your chest trailing debris

You are circling a drain in an ocean, the gulls pick your hair

Fingers don’t grasp, even your bones are pulling

A walking is happening, but only your legs seem to be going places