old summer dream

December 23, 2008 12:00AM

something brutal, something scratched and swimming across
the iris. dredged and eaten sunlight through fomented fury
of branched limbs. blurred-scorched gristle brown.

i remember that summer listening to old-school nick cave.
from her to eternity, your funeral…my trial. driving
into the mouth of the beast. lighting cigarettes, horizon
graves, an anchor weighing down the trunk. tongue of fury,
gravel wheeze.

want to resurrect that heat, want to stream that
arched-and-grooved-and-doomed blood-whistle of a death wish.
sunburnt, castrated, skinned-alive upon a thousand mountains.
flayed thin in this heat, you can only die in the dead of
summer. brutal, bridged, connected to warm earth, this
furious blinking is an embrace. oh glory, you’ve found
me here and i will take you.