Saturday, April 21, 2007

Down slow (song of samsara) (2007)

Be careful when you sing a song of broken love, a song of Samsara.
Just when you think you are relieving yourself of Samsara,
you might begin romancing it.
When the song sticks,
your broken love is replaced by a new love...
and you're it-
Samsara. ______________________(from Stonepeace)

beneath the drugs
this is what I am

this is my face:

skin torn up
like carpet,
pair of choking eyes

have to get sick
____ to slow down

standing in the quickfire
the lanes of dust
grabbing at particles

my hands
trying to eat clouds

the roads between us
the fish of light
the millions

have to get sick to slow down,
freeze the eyelake over

see the fish of light
frozen swimmers
a library of ice

let's learn to swim down here
while we're dark

bodies solved

our bodies much older
than we, than we think

have to get sick
to glimpse you
_______________ you
not some death girl
forearms awarded
parallel wounds

(you were laying new roads
with the knife)

skin torn up
like carpet,
pair of choking eyes

this is what you are (too)

beneath the drugs
down slow

A previous version of this poem was published in Poetry Sz issue 25, March 2008.

1 comment:

  1. Stu, I think this has become my favourite poem of yours... it tells of something I've tried to describe in many more words in my journals... thank you for writing it!