Tuesday, July 22, 2008

broken rape whistle.

she muttered my old name and I was a hurricane
under her breath, words lay to rest
never again I told her
never again

I wore the clothes for a second and felt the wind bite
the gusts snapped like jaws clap
every passenger in the car could have felt the ground
each syllable explode

woman, your heart is the color of your hair
never again that name
I'm the rorschach weather pattern forever
board up the house

2 comments:

Unknown said...

awesome!

Brian Martinez said...

Agreed.

This one has a real good rhythm to it.