Week 4- R.A. Matheson

Posted: April 25, 2011 in R.A. Matheson, Week 04

Breathing Poppies

You don’t know…
(dodging empty plastic trash bags blowing across the freeway
being poured away
scratch skin off vomit off of porcelain lick the edge
break your back to fix it once, it’s gone hours later
turn all you own over to a stranger
hear it whisper in your ear like a jet engine, pulling
sweat out shaking drowning in the toilet
hypnotic “x” that stares like your eyes
bathe to relieve muscle tissue grinds stones under skin
brown beauty that sheds her amber sheen across backs of aluminum
specter of breath of tar up a straw and into your vitality
turn over, like Faust, the impetus for living)
…and you don’t want to.

  1. I know, and you’re right, I wish I didn’t

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