Have you been led away from your innermost kernel, the center
where everything sticks? The same has made me
sick: turning round and round to see the blind
ginger knot getting smaller behind me.
I have, on occasion, hi-jacked my way back, gone
plunk into the dark of my own stomach, and come up
with nerve-tangled hands.
So few empathize when you go after
the sacred channel and come up
looking like you’ve been
fucking a plate of spaghetti.
jade
More poems = good. Write more and upload - make merry, if webbased, crowds of poets and poems on topics revelant to Lent.
2/28/2009
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