I Coudln’t Do (Anything For You, Child)

I Couldn’t Do (Anything For You, Child)

{Black Angels::Always Maybe::04.06.13}


talking with a caged mouth

muzzled but not un-beasted

hands over the ears

in a protective stance

against unseen mental predation

fore and middle fingers

trying to punch through concrete

an imagined kung fu superpower

only waggling in the air

swaylifted branches

of the dancing dead tree

struck sideways and drunken by the wind

and the back-hackled-up

arched in climax

whether intercourse

or main course

roll the eyes so far back

almost to tear them

off their optical nerve mooring

so as never to see the world again

blindness would almost be a gift

next to the insularity of deafness.


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