By: Mimi Bordeaux
View all Mimi Bordeaux's works
Your eyes swim in front of me
I dream about the green opals to see
For retinas so generous you have small fingers
Dilated and open you love to sleep and linger
For every part of my own you don’t have equal shares
You belong afar off elsewhere
Classic black internal twisted wire no don’t say that
Tedious and time-consuming to have a rhyme or reason for assuming
Choking on the woozy spat
I lied and faked it no not that another thing to say urgh yuk..splat
I came here to visit us… our deadened grave
Now a decrepit stone-like stave
To say hello to our ancestors of the present..way past a few years ago when I
was a-wandering the desert
Choking on the woozy spat
I lied and faked it no not that another thing to say urgh yuk..splat
If you hear me scream in the night
Come up and join me in the fuses of the light
Captured and yet still so very free
I stutter no one can see
I got my comeuppance.
Indeed it belonged to my father the crash and the slow torture
Is that a life: this flatline mortuary?