Sunday, April 24, 2011

For Antonin Artaud

The dry, ratcheting breath of aimless thought
scalds the mind where it races

upon ice
with token symbol
clustered like a snowflake
as it melts into my hand


Amend the darkness!
 - screams that pull the stars across an abacus 

with a desperate breath 
your soul engulfs
my private speech

and imparts a caustic lilt to the howling wind