speak into my left ear where i hear lies
the best she said.
i watch her turn her head...
blood and water mix as she lowers her neck
down slowly on a slightly off colored white lunar
eclipse pillowcase.
a thin clear coated layer of second guessing,
keeps a little residue round my outer
earlobed religion.
i listen to her worries but prefer
to keep my eardrum aquaducts
from draining their lower case
verbs and adjectives onto the floor.
so i keep silent, my only escape is
to impregnate my head with robotic
consistencies and go and poke at
the fireplace.
now i place heavy latin numerals to mark
the spaces between us.
you tell me that their is a fire that burns
in you and that it once burned between
the ribs of adam....and that now it is mine.
so i stoke and fuel the fire with strange paper back
fiction novels i found at a garage sale.
the light and warmth it brings is
enough for now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem