20 Feb 2008

enigma




ticking time
traces of water on my window pane
i drift away like sleep
i drift away like smoke
in my mind
a tattoo forms on an angels skin
the sky folds into another day
lights stick my eyes like needles
like spiteful pine needles.

between the
cold comfort of transparent glass
i slide down like silk
i slide down like opium
only to find
a dream forms of new york skys
a cup of breast, a bowl of thigh
colour floods my mind like rainbows
china white? asian brown?



3 comments:

Inconsequential said...

proper good

cocaine jesus said...

about time you said you loved me.

Robert said...

this was incredible, CJ!

just fucking gorgeous