Crying

for Renee

I pick fragments of my face out of us. I slip edge
against edge, sole judge of this beauty. I am all
gorgeous scars, for you to trace your fingers through.

As if in cupping rainwater from shattered clouds you
find your hands, so aching, while Jesus laughs and
pulls another spit of sun through my nipples. It's
slick here against the cross, two thieves flanking
her, two thieves who shatter and contract when I touch
what used to be you there. Icarus would want a neater
sentence, but tongues shower the desert in gelatinous
light, with granules of dust I steady this place in me
that was once yours, knowing too that hoping for a
stop to the movement is no hope at all, just space
between both of us and the promises, the goddamned
promises in the hall. Since you left me I walk at
night to gape at that worn-out moon.

What can you do when all the light in the room is
tired of you, and Jah laughs like a drunk freshman,
knocking down each and every wall you put up for
protection? Just beyond you see the brightness
promised by the end of the hall; you reach for it, but
two thieves swoop down from nowhere, the sky maybe,
slowly bloodied, and freeze your face like that, just
when a fresh tide of crying breaks.



=====


NEW!!!–Dirty Milk–reactive poem for microphone http://www.lewislacook.com/DirtyMilk/

http://www.lewislacook.com/

tubulence artist studio: http://turbulence.org/studios/lacook/index.html








__________________________________
Do you Yahoo!?
SBC Yahoo! DSL - Now only $29.95 per month!
http://sbc.yahoo.com

Comments

, Michael Szpakowski

Lewis
It's a shame that the seam you're mining here is one
of such clear and immediate personal grief, but it is
leading to some quite remarkable and beautiful work.
michael
— Lewis LaCook <[email protected]> wrote:
>
> for Renee
>
> I pick fragments of my face out of us. I slip edge
> against edge, sole judge of this beauty. I am all
> gorgeous scars, for you to trace your fingers
> through.
>
> As if in cupping rainwater from shattered clouds you
> find your hands, so aching, while Jesus laughs and
> pulls another spit of sun through my nipples. It's
> slick here against the cross, two thieves flanking
> her, two thieves who shatter and contract when I
> touch
> what used to be you there. Icarus would want a
> neater
> sentence, but tongues shower the desert in
> gelatinous
> light, with granules of dust I steady this place in
> me
> that was once yours, knowing too that hoping for a
> stop to the movement is no hope at all, just space
> between both of us and the promises, the goddamned
> promises in the hall. Since you left me I walk at
> night to gape at that worn-out moon.
>
> What can you do when all the light in the room is
> tired of you, and Jah laughs like a drunk freshman,
> knocking down each and every wall you put up for
> protection? Just beyond you see the brightness
> promised by the end of the hall; you reach for it,
> but
> two thieves swoop down from nowhere, the sky maybe,
> slowly bloodied, and freeze your face like that,
> just
> when a fresh tide of crying breaks.
>
>
>
> =====
>
>
> NEW!!!–Dirty Milk–reactive poem for microphone
> http://www.lewislacook.com/DirtyMilk/
>
> http://www.lewislacook.com/
>
> tubulence artist studio:
> http://turbulence.org/studios/lacook/index.html
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
>
> __________________________________
> Do you Yahoo!?
> SBC Yahoo! DSL - Now only $29.95 per month!
> http://sbc.yahoo.com
> + ti esrever dna ti pilf nwod gniht ym tup
> -> post: [email protected]
> -> questions: [email protected]
> -> subscribe/unsubscribe:
> http://rhizome.org/preferences/subscribe.rhiz
> -> give: http://rhizome.org/support
> +
> Subscribers to Rhizome are subject to the terms set
> out in the
> Membership Agreement available online at
http://rhizome.org/info/29.php


__________________________________
Do you Yahoo!?
SBC Yahoo! DSL - Now only $29.95 per month!
http://sbc.yahoo.com