it's broken, so
cauterize it
stem the tide of need
pretend to have a grip on icy shores of desire
and slip, sweet falling into yawning dark of despair
and there, surrounded by green bones like stems
petals of blood with pollen of wildly seeking eye
hide beneath boughs of swollen mongoose fingers
in the shade that feeds off the life of the breathless --
and when the pulse of the land is loud,
find it
retrieve it
break it
watch the world tilt dangerously just so and
as it all comes crashing down
in heaps of worries and lies
let it go, it's broken
euphoria.
