Friday, January 27, 2006

Indian Telepathic

"Phantom green is the color of the sky" feel so much unheard of right now in panic. They force into telling don't speak them and wonder me about my safety. Can anyone hear me? Walk around in circles me the center hear what I think. Lost in mine I don't know where in mine in life I am today. Everything confusion. Visible glowing stop wanting me to be seen and the ulcer goes into shock. Giving birth is empty. He told me wanted to help eyes opened wide uninterested back away can't look at him now. Save time for the another. And where is Robyn? Life my life is better now she with me but maybe not purple like those game colors real life but it isn't think of my day Aaron in the Pearl River. In the decrepit Indian house color bright feelings like the walls are my emotions.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Paramecium

Ovary secretes an ooze; smiles at her accomplishment. Girl is raped. Man knows divinity; smiles at his accomplishment.

Mississippi

There are ghosts in Mississippi. Black hands clawing at the silent face rising under constitutional plastic engraving empty coffins lithium unconscious in fields by blanketed skylines shifting seasonal filth-blue hallucinations. Moving dirt like animals unaffected by persistence missionary childbirth sequestered limitless a mother’s arms. In every blossom grows avoidance. Diseased landscapes alive-broken skin folding into blistered evocation séance listen at the voices breathing “murder” in the wind. Try to remember what has happened here: Magnolia laughs with putrefaction blood-white pustule cooking in humidity stench that pregnant feeds the air like blood that feeds the earth.

Progeny

Bludgeon my senses into laughter orifice black infection posted seat to the constriction. The world kinetic blurs out by movement undiscovered to repeat my childhood fantasy. She breathed her lips half-open air into my cavities tasted metallic. A love so violated in disruption opened a door to cellar memories. I trembled in her rape and put my hands beneath the pillow mouth teething on the tongue—the youth I never knew.