Friday, April 22, 2005
Red
Red.like sunlight on henna-tattooed brown skin,
like iced-tea on the porch in the afternoon sun.
Sasuke's sharinggan
flag of Japan
engraved
in smooth
pale flesh.
that red stare--
a key hole on the door knob.
that red stare
commands me,
no, compels me,
to bleed
feathers.
in that red stare,
glaciers melt
into a mad rush of tides that
shatter glass
windows from the 31st floor
down
leaving trenches in the landscape
of my city
if i were a city
leaving people
like me
in a pool of
Red.
- chai (http://bummeround.blogspot.com)
Posted by inktrip at 3:57 PM
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