50 words for snow…

You called and shouted and burst my deafness. You flashed, shone, and scattered my blindness. You breathed odors, and I drew in breath and panted for You. I tasted, and I hunger and thirst. You touched me,
and I burned for Your peace.

― Augustine of Hippo ―

50 words for snow

until it’s done…

a bridge too farOh, to be that hand that fondlespinchestwistsprobessqueezes
Oh, to be that mouth that slurpscaressesdrinkssuckles
Oh, to be that cock that dancesplungespoundsfillspulses
Oh, to be that cunt that takesitallandmore

to be wanted
to be the first and most
to be the last and beloved
to be all that I am not

Oh.

http://str8rdy.tumblr.com/image/48774459409

follow the light…

my version is this
I have my version of this fancy.
It’s a poem of, oh, say sonnet-length;
it’s supple, undisrupted. It feels like this:

I close the door. (Behind it: gabble
and disjunction.) And I walk into the clear,
black night. I’m in a great arena. Nothing
can be seen – there may be nothing to be seen – except
of course for the ball on fire. That’s all I need.
That’s all: the darkness, and one burning sphere.
And I follow its light down the field.

-Albert Goldbarth –

follow the light