You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you. Joseph Joubert

Thursday, April 16, 2009


love don’t wrong me for the carved slit
my blood wanted to meet you
a Postmortem Testament

not a drop of blood
Away from me,
You flow within
Into the Black Sea

A heart tossed across
Like a pebble into air
And the violent sea within
Has to appease her fury

A thirst that twined into oblivion
dead leaves crumpled, red.
A dismembered hope
Of planting a nerve in the blue

The drums were me
The bass, the acoustic, the metal veins
My gypsy skirt into support stand
I rendered beats
I rendered a play

not a drop of blood
away from me,
You flow within
into me.

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