Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Recovery Time After Taking Polyps From Bladder

My words ... Try


My words are clear sharp stones
ready to throw up
faces vulnerable and helpless, suspended clouds are

swollen
implied that light in your eyes infinite expectations. They are precious drops
unforgetted
long pangs and then sip, flaming arrows are the wind or the luck they know address.
are lightning in a well, a face dark and abandoned
deaf and dumb that love has lit the fallen leaves are

promises due
that time forgive me for having spoken.

are jarring notes on a piece happened to accidentally drawn

and then forget the words I said or I thought I say I admit

held between the teeth
past, applicants
unexpected, hear or dream ...
My words are tumbling
snowballs in the sun glowing
rockets before bursting
are toys and mosquitoes, sand which bans small batch
disobey.
I go to sleep
surprised by a deep pain that I can not explain
do as he pleases
are lost in the dark and then back.
are endless night, bursts of laughter
faces too overexposed to the sun
These are sweet words

full of respect or resentment or indecorous.
are my father and my mother a kiss
head before sleep before starting another

the words I said and who knows how many yet to come ...
held between the teeth

save these images, feelings or dream
swords, daggers
sigh in the dark, forgive
blown by a foot.

Today I feel speechless, and so this song spoke to me.

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