Water-logged wings?
Such rainbow-shimmer blinds the stars, and clogs the throat
with blackened fingers, black with muck: it draws a film across the eye
over the once-bright cornea
over whites turned marble-still, smothering
feathers in the coldest of embraces, trickling
worm-like through fibered shafts
how strange, the ruthless thickness of the stuff!
See ravished reeds, in harshest sun?
they bend
and break
to a muddied brown
I try to scream
that speech might break apart these particles of sorrow
those fingers clutch in vain to smoke-scarred clouds
then grab my neck, the throat that’s filled with oil.
ValentinK ValentinK
18-21, M
1 Response Jul 19, 2010

Listen to some Scott Walker<br />
<br />
(not Walker Brothers)<br />
<br />
Scott 1 , 2 , 3 and 4.<br />
<br />
You will love it.