The Crash

24 November 2010|Uncategorized|Number 23

By Sarah Ens

Because it’s like driving cold and restless I put my arms up and out and feel
wind pushing me pushing me pushing me like an aching like a crumbling
like an
ending
you ask if I’m conducting I am I am but
it’s like a pirate ship a sinking ship a spaceship half gone but people are on
the lookout and write about it in their news
I want to tell you about blue dot days about loss and everything happy I
have you could teach me how to be less unsure more cautious more in the
lines
you could tie rainbows together and smack me over the head with them
and while I’m bleeding the covenant of God from my skin like a parade like
an awakening I might find some courage
because it’s like dreaming red yellow pink green up in sparks in fireworks
and crashes
one crashes into another
I crash into you and we spill
colour

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