Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Thrush
"THRUSH"
August 2008
Ready, right on time, waiting in the car. The rumbling rattles through my empty, dry mouth. Scratching down deep to my whining stomach. Open and now ajar we start to absorb one another. I fight to avoid this cancer while you repeat the words that just came from my dry lips. Gathering disease and allergies , we push them back and forth. It's all self absorbed in our skin and through our arms and through our feet. Vein over vain. Breathing in and sweating out. Another collection that must be sold. We chew at the proper pace. Share the same shit. Then race to finish first. So unlike anyone I've eaten before. From the pit of my rotting paunch, I thank you. For that distance we've made. Those familiar steps we take while walking rounds with others. Unlike a bird, you're more of a virgined player who forgot the rules. Moves that are foreign like it never felt this way before. And you leave me. You leave me hating myself for wanting more. Half for me and six for you, you, and you. I'm sorry to say this...You let yourself get in your way.
