The Madness Stone

 

Life is poetry         (speak)

We live it and breathe the rhythm

Breathe in and taste the structure

Shift and smell the text

 

Hide in personas

 

the mute

Poet

speaker

 

She says

Only blue bowls caught my gaze

And

If you’re a poet, you can always

Lay down on the candy

 

She cried for colours

Did she

Does she

Does she for it, or is it colours

Crying colors

 

box with a secret object inside

paint touching word, word touching word

materials mixing

breeze through someone elses body

Terri cloth on heart

Navel of the world

 

The madness stone

Worldless and strange

Carnal reflections

The world screams

Thank you for forgiving my Father

                                                   -DB, 9/20/07