17 July 2011

Plunge

Plunge 7/17

Like in a spy movie I want to make a circular cut
in glass in ice in your back

And slide into whatever dark is on the other side

I want to drive you around and take this apartment
until the day breaks the night across its knee

Snapping spines unthreading all screws in heaven

Here is a shoe made of lead filling with water
take it to your lips and make everything black

Like in some noir film shadows hide half faces

Shatter across the fields I spread my arms and fall
backwards into grasses

I spread myself thinly until ambient light gets in