Post by Pseudomuse on Mar 14, 2005 19:51:47 GMT -8
I posted this before as untitled, I revised it and gave it a name.
Lichen
“ A poet once said, life is like licking honey off a thorn. I disagree. If anything, life is like sucking castor oil off a couple miles of barbed wire.”
“one thing in a lifetime can change you or many things will” the poet said
licking honey off the thorn but i’m just sucking castor oil off miles
of barbed wire
gnawing through my wrists
watching the burgundystains
puncture pureskin
i’m peppered with holes
from when i’ve slipped
(and I think I’ll save myself this time)
nothing has given relief
in this barrenland of witheredhopes
and yesterdayregrets
everyone is blind here
made of dustnotflesh
pragmaticirony not (hope)fearangerlustlove
emotions of beating hearts
unlike crumpled bulls of the dustbowl
dreams are of Californiaorangesandlimes
but are confined in Oklahomatumbleweeds
i want to lick the honey, sweet and saccharine
even sinnerlike (I could care less if it drives me insane
the knowledge
for i can’t keep purging myself on miles
of barbed wire
