daniella
on The Hand of God by Christof
19 Oct 2002, 10:05 PM
how we try to image Him into our humanity.... He is always ready, are we willing?
a tribute to all us rankers. i etched somewhere near the heart and diaphragm.
hyde parked?
my thoughts form in this inside-out way. kind-(bright)-red spirit.
how the angst gets top rank in our darkened nights. waiting for the light and day to pronounce victorious over all of us.
this could be a film, for its 24xsecond imaging in my eye. keep rolling.
when the steam dissipates, me thinks he will remain pondering his rippling flesh, looking no deeper than his bones.
you too know of love lost and lament. the heart beats heartier every time as the light of love dims.... be not afraid of offering another lick.
watched closely. i would love to see you sketching these as you watch ever so closely.
hmmm a playful warning/promise towards oblivion or bliss?!
breaking up is hard to do, so get your stuff b4 you end it through and through.
Department of Guardian Angels
Cloud 6
Heaven
Dear LIL ZAY:
We're afraid that your angel met with an accident; he was run over by a cement truck while sneaking away from you to go urinate. Unfortunately, we're rather understaffed right now, so it will be some time before we can get around to helping you. In fact, we may not be able to. We did ask for volunteers, but though one showed up, your obnoxious use of capitals turned him off -- he's rather delicate ears and didn't want to be yelled at all day. You could always ask the Devil -- he's rather a decent fellow if you ask the right way.
Regretfully,
Saint Gabriel Archangel
Spokesperson for God
Department of Guardian Angels
Cloud 6
Heaven.
When I first saw this, for a second I thought it said 'Got up this morning,/Killed the cat...' It might be even funnier if you wrote a poem starting like that.
Somehow I overlooked these. Semillas de tus agonias. 2 nights ago I met a boy who's mother died when he was sixteen. I said that must of been awful, and he replied ' I was 16, I hated her'.
pure imagery, sends me back to memories. fine and true.
i do believe you know that man and his boy. keep bringing them home this way.
what it is to be a woman-child-mother-daughter all wrapped up in this time-machine looking glass indeed!
no time to lament!