Thursday, June 26, 2008

Fifth Corner

Contour Blues

Would you sing once
For this deaf?

Feel the greenish desert inside
Try hearing my dumb words
As someone is walking
On my eruptive road
While someone climbs
My eroded peaks

Smile please
And see my burnt face!

You said
You’ll erect upon
My trembling now
I think
I should kill
My killer complexes
Before my blank palms hold a storm

Who is not afraid of,
And possessive of
That Fugitive Future?

Nobody fights
To win over notorious victories
So that defeats may
Again mean
What they use to mean

Show me Yourself
Show me Myself
Show me seen

Seen is only the face
Not the faceness


Would you?