into the noise

fish laugh
and we are still dreaming
of being under purple suns
with eyes: unlaced little
patent leather shoes
truth raining bitter
 dissonance
caught me in your sleeve
with every tear
falling into noise

save, that is tomorrow...
hanging on our tongues
reading romance novels
clasping our hands
over the table
we bow our heads

and under the ice
feeding the fish
hookworms and flakes
dying to save, just one more
uncomfortable moment

whispers and screams
unraveling the blanket
of nightmares
mumbles of nothing
left to say
at the dinner table

but daddy's little girl
grows into the like:
 flaming the sun
and rewriting the chilled
vacant silence.

28 April 1997

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