meta human

mama rhone doesn't know i am posting this, but well, no one really does

I want to send you a poem I JUST wrote. I don't know why but I feel copelled..


post meta human


I am better now that I have conceived the automaton
this new day--end day.

I still believe in faerie.
I still believe in goblins who
stab their gums with shards of broken glass to make their teeth
and dwarves who forge their dinner bowls and potted plants from
iron, steel and bronze.

In my alchemist-womb I roll a droplet of mercury--
deadly to the mortal
round and round
and it grows
and moves up my veins
to find my brain
and gets lost on the way to my mind.

Droplet of mine, go down!
I will ensure safe passage along that surveyed, charted, scarred canal.

When I was a child I dropped the thermometer on the bathroom floor.
The glass broke.
Rather than a stream of silver liquid,
a tiny pool bounced out and split apart
into a hundred thousand even tinier balls
of poison.



em
jan31 2008 1:04am