Friday, January 06, 2006
17 hours in the office and my Lolo still sleeps
a stone thrown in my direction
hit my head.
blood
flowed like Ganges—
its water breathed fire.
the thud against my skin
was a momentary song
played in an old 45—
almost musical—
a serenade
that never hit
a perfect tune.
Ganges took me away
and I burnt with its waters
while I bled
and sang
and prayed
for stones
to throw
and blood to flow.
Teletech, 4:10 pm
(01/06/05)