cold eclipse / gin&methpoem

so

i'm wondering
what day your son died
did the sun fall from the sky that day?

lunar eclipse / brown moon sits
waits for the sun to rise


a poedy

methmaker:
You wipe the fog off the mirror and look at yourself.


ms finch:
see
nothing but ghost / fog of cold
steam defines no thing


methmaker:
nothing manifests,
alive or dead,

but I see handlocked words
squeeze as naturally
as babies
in
the cool blackness
of her eyes


ms finch:
out side / wind drops ice

blue bottom soul
can't take this pain no more

head tumble tumbles

sudden lee / winter cusps
scrapes on the windows

methmaker:
blow on the window-
pain
to carve out little
eyes
in the mist

to hope they see
what the blood
stains
in mine

somewhere
where
dawn breaks with a fever
there is someone
smiling
at his stomach


ms finch:
morning tumbles out of dark chill
of night / frost coats / kills
the garden / /

sad ness of being /
season of dormant heaves
pushes the ground in to crystals

ensures death



methmaker

black smiles
wild run eyes
in the television

and you hear her say,
"you're smoked out today"
as your body crumbles
into humidified ash
smudged into her neglige


whispers say the dream
that never questions why it lingers
on the solitary face
over landscapes
of torn bodies
and sonic destruction.


ms finch

some days sun of the brightest
yellow / breaks over my eyes

sky be comes clear blue
fools the fools / be warned
this sun carries no heat
only memory / lost dust

laying on the beach / wind crackles
bits of sand across skin / warm prickle

ah - that was june / july / those days
are gone / replaced by this cold cold
frost covered / hard freeze / ensures
everything is dead








wonder why some one would do that?
rise


belly full of / groin / what is this dull pain
moon remains cusp brown / moment of reckoning

who did you say you were again?

ill schooled / nay brain says /
deconstruction destruction /

what are these words / tumble tumble out
down / / & he says

jesus fucking christ / / & she thinks
why R they doing this? / let me die

/a metaphore for death / fall ing from the 20th page
some one get that fucking bitch out here / taking up
precious space / she is /

see / the trick:
/ play invisible / play anger
drink demons / / breathe fire
spit in my mouth fool
tell me how much you hate me
lets die a thousand deaths together



behind the moon / behind the earth
somewhere it's day light / & oh that sun
it streams across a billion faces right now
& that moon / it's glow ing brown / face
like a pumpkin / triangle nose / is this what
spawns anger / moon man /




stand out side / frost settles across
our faces / big g sets up the telescope
children jump up / wiggle ice breath
go in & put your shoes on / / where is your jacket?
turn off all the lights in the house

& we fall in to the black universe
that covers these mountains /

rays ripple past this planet
& the north face of the moon peeks out
white shiny bright

look it's glowing mommy / have we ever
seen this before / i think so / may be
it seems to me / we watched this eclipse before

some thing stops her brain from fully remembering

she can't be sure






& so starts the roll in to bed
time for bed everyone / kitchen is a flurry
of drinks & snacks / baby sings / just don't give up
all all of of itit / its always all alright

did you make that up
yes says a earnest 4 year old

don't give up up . . . dad - dad? da-ad? where are you