July 28th, 2004
[i take my camera
and trace the orbit
of blindsource passage]
pluto is a bloodblister.
the inexplicable extension
of space is conceived again
and again in these seconds;
the wispy marrows of our
bones twine through sockets
and gaps in flat sheets of
unyielding skin. screenflushed
i have been slapped backwards through
the gyrating spokes of triton rarefaction.
charon has a smile unlike any other.
if you are pluto;
and i am neptune;
then our suctioned limbs are swishing
in the slick oil of the river styx.
we are in reverse. my womb is anointed
with the fluid of a thousand corpses.
[snapshot of your skeleton
on the circumviolet deathrattle
of an asteroid too remote to matter]
Current Mood: curious
circumviolet isn't a word...circum means around, and violet means, well...violet.