write 10 minutes without stopping #2

16Jul09

We’ve been looking for ways out of this dark hole.
Together we clawed at the earth until our fingers bled.
I left a tooth in the dirt after biting into it.
I want to leave this underground dampness.
I want to experience the surgery of the surface of the earth
And not watch myself get poked by bladed worm after bladed worm
And the moles, and blind snakes killing ants and drying the crumbles around them
I want the stars in the sky the fall into me
Slice up the seedbed and cut raw
Diamonds do damage when the rags tied around them start to weigh them down
We’ve been gnawing and clawing again.
At the roots of trees.
Sucking their oxygen until leaves die of starvation
And the tree dies.
And the roots uproot after whipping me with their vengeance
I was greedy and it stung
However long we’ve been bruised and bloody down here is of no importance
I want the game to cycle
I want the land to flip over
The rabbits will eat the fruits of inverted trees
I want the land to come to me this time.
I’m not going to it.
We’ll make a stain on the process of things.
Advert our attentions from the proposed laws
And the willingness of the buried and the dead and the helpless and sick
Will grow downward into the sweat of the rocks.

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