i cry
these two thousand suns of my bitter bed
from ache to mother
from shadow to lie
and
remembering
still
a sad garden goddess
chanting
her love symphony to all the ugly girls
drunk on music
each one
a staccato in her own space
not
spread out
like a concubine’s arms and legs
her head
screaming
still
keeping time
[1996]
1 comment:
Very nice...you know it sort of puts me in mind of Janis Ian. I haven't listened to her stuff in years, but I always felt it right into my skin.
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