Put a Fragile Tag On It

PUT A FRAGILE TAG diluvial rain sounding humble washed the snow – an irritation of the mind in the night of mud words rolled – rushed spring rivers waving the lines of a known trail red spots burned behind the eyelids clenched teeth until the cheeks’ muscles hurt paired nights that pained the ego with agony of making love in the rhythm of a prayer – just a cursed karma on the cross shivered body – the flesh decayed eggplant black – liquids drained in circles humiliating me with knowledge and expectations in the penumbra of a stone – not even a cross – scrambled ashes cloud me in a lighter side of banality relearned my fingerprints carved my stone with a pen – a fantasy of laughing and crying mother with a moon like a pirate flag without wind.