Saturday, April 13, 2002 :::
Tonight, I'd like to share with you another poem written by moi, titled Dolorous Flesh. Yes, it is quite dark, but who said life was crystal clear anyways?
1998 was a creative year for me :->
DOLOROUS FLESH
That evening thunderstorms beat over the house
mutating the pink to purple, and looking at
the surface of her skin, her bruised skin,
a battered wife wept, and
for five minutes
the incident plummeted on her:
thunder raging against
her Jergened body,
thunder
tearing down walls
from a pink ribboned marriage.
Man, in room pacing, demons
forking his brain;
woman, nursing her eggplant-patched skin, crying
in pain, worried of
him screaming,
slamming, slapping, punching her
again, to later apologize
then do it again.
