13547, words (revised) Posted by wolfie, Thu Feb-19-04 10:04 AM
I have words scrawled across trees – omnia, invisible, underground, omphalos, wire -- cut down flattened and stacked in my room.
My sentences are my bones rhythms my pulse ink my blood which I smear across the paper.
I give you my words… I tie them to rocks and throw them through your open window But, I fear that you’ll shut it after you read them. I tie them to rocks purposely, So they’re easy to dispose of. You can drop them in the river, and recreate Ophelia.
I’m afraid that you will laugh and, with each syllable you utter, my bones will crack.
I hope that you’ll be gentle, And treat me with care, But if you dispose of me, I hope it’ll be in the water. Then my blood will wash away, And I’ll be but a ripple.
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