Saturday, May 19, 2007

SOMETIMES I TOO SLEEP ON PARK BENCHES...



Skeksy
by "OBSIDIAN!!!" [Excerp from "This Eye of Mine" c. 2006]
this morning
i arose out of
a garbage bag
like a true skeksy

a few weeds broke through
to wave in the country breeze
mother of curvaceous hill
take me

take me away from my man-child
fort apache city blight...
o'er porcelain curvaceous hills which
lead to pale blue light

i don't believe in god
but i think that this
morning the universe made
you smile your big cheek smile
at me and i kissed your face
and i kissed
and i kissed
and i kissed your face

mother of curvaceous curves
guide me back to smooth
and quiet hillsides i dreamt of
while peering through the cracks
of ghetto windows at frozen backgrounds
covered with busted glass
and frozen snow...