Sunday, September 19, 2010

orion no. 8

( this here's the last of the orion poems ~ hope yall enjoyed them)

orion no. 8

save the sound of the wings
fluttering backward thru my mind
i heard nothing
there was only rest
the rest of soul sleep
the rest of womb dreams
the rest of subway cars
floating empty
through silent tunnels
coming & going & knowing no enemies
only open passages

1 comment:

  1. I have thoroughly enjoyed this. I would definitely pick up a little booklet of these works. I like what you did with the photo. I've been listening to all of Future of Forestry's Travel EPs and your poem fits into that mindset so much. It almost "feels" like a Radiohead song like Pyramid Song or anything that is traveling backwards.