Saturday, April 10, 2010

poem : octopus


I've given in to celebration
tartsweet candy piled high in my palm
I lick it down before i can secondguess

the new year creeps in
and I am resolute

no longer searching for magicians
after all, I too carry magic

no longer conspiracy
I am a conspirator

and, even if I'm the one raisinghell, poking dragons,
my hands reaching out
I need someone who'll slay them

a small red circle stains my palm
a signal to all
I've given myself over to the sweetness of being saved

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