by C.M. Tucker

Created on: February 08, 2007   Last Updated: May 17, 2007

GASPING ON LIES

I hook the night sound
challenging empty capsules.
Gasping on lies, I crash,
brow t soiled satin,
chanting to a river's darkness.

My shadow-thought catches
on a ragged thorn.
I corner it.
It strikes out. Shuddering stars
shake my earthen head.
Moon-fog trips my tongue.

Bird voices of a cold dawn know
I cannot swallow their trilling tunes.
I've slept up their heritage
in dark fantasies.

I whisper homage like a wraith
to Mother Terra,
Like swift-walking Sol.

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