After two months of neglect, I've started up my monthly poems again! I'm not sure I like this one very much but here's February '10:
Blood oozes from the thumb like lipstick
I slouch toward the sky
We stain our hands with stones
I was left in the kitchen with broken pieces of your shoulder
I heard her speaking but no words came out
She dries her feet to step in water
Lies between thighs
Eating an emotion leaves a strange feeling in the belly
She melts in the bathwater in a puddle of anomalies
Is it possible for words to be unvocal?I slouch toward the sky
We stain our hands with stones
I was left in the kitchen with broken pieces of your shoulder
I heard her speaking but no words came out
She dries her feet to step in water
Lies between thighs
Eating an emotion leaves a strange feeling in the belly
She melts in the bathwater in a puddle of anomalies
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