Man who thrills me, lady who smoothes me over

3 02 2009

I really like this one. Sylvia Plath and Allen Ginsberg….


Ginsberg intoxicates, and
the bloom of my mind whirls

into petaled sanctuary
where words drop
like dew drops
on chrome, and xylophones
resound golden hours.

Sylvia drugs me,
I see her fey figure
rippling behind walls
where the night waits.
My skin stretches papery,
yellowed and thin.
I am doom,
gloom, torn lantern
hung in mirrored rooms.

When I read both, I come apart –
I want to rejoice, lunatic on the burning streets
then melt waxen from existence –
——–Ophelia on the river,
—————ruined as the roses.




One response

4 02 2009

OK…Its official in my world, my mind…You rock! Consider yourself added to my blog..


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