Tuesday, December 19, 2006


Blind roots awaken
and look for buds.

I am an earthworm
a serpent of mud.
I dare not go out
I am a werewolf eating the sky.

How do you want me?
Shall I stand just so?
Shall I lay down?
Shall I rub myself against You
like a cat?

Please don’t look at these words
they are raw with hunger.

O You just did me!

I look out now
seeing nothing but blood
licking itself.