effigy

occasional tanka: meeting memories

well -- her lot in life
the leaking cracks in her core
the bottomless ache
but will it do any good
to turn back and drink right on

oh -- to set aside
to leave behind the leaving
to not carry this
for once, to be sought for, once
to be carried, full, and kept

well -- another mouth
another set of eyes to
watch the whore at work
debate and criticize, know
such new things under the sun

oh -- he pours the whole
the story drops and falls there
all the pent-up curse
pools around their tired feet
every weaker vessel bursts

well -- he offers life
he carries, fills, and he keeps
stays and satisfies
so can it do any harm
turn to him and drink right on

Posted by joydriven at March 10, 2004 05:45 PM | TrackBack