Monday, August 19, 2013

19 August 2013

I have always been two.

The grimy beast, heaving in a damp cave for decades
scratching words into the walls with bloody shards
by firelight
imparting no wisdom
leaving splinters.

on a crowded dance floor
purple pulsating lights
everyone staring and telling themselves
"That's the one who will save me."

And every night that rough madness
kicking and coughing
soothes itself grunting
while pawing its own head
and smoothing out the sequins.