h.b.irwin

Darknesses and Visions

In Uncategorized on November 23, 2010 at 4:20 pm

in a rush for the guest’s arrival we’re all singing—

it’s an end to the life-long human being.

I believe we mean the dinner party

but nobody ever understands hymns and choruses

 

so I keep setting the black market silverware

unaware that I cut off a finger every

time I lay down a knife, just wailing—

the adult is a myth, my friends

 

and lovers, a myth.

the guest says—there’s blood all over the

goddanm table, how am I supposed

to eat like this? I hum low—

 

with darknesses,

with visions.

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  1. This is so good Brooke. Keep it up. Can’t wait to see you.

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