Untitled: a collaborative poem

A series of captured moments, exchanged between me and Maya Ganesan over a period of eight months.

May Day:
lights turned to heartbeats in the
night-wide ceiling...

inexplicable dead flower petals on the floor when I wake.

...

breath of a cold memory,
falling across my lips —
& outside, the world slips by:
broken photo frames, shattered laugh,

...

beheading

dead roses and facts, a childish
axe before I park my own
head in some liquid
state

...

the air is cold
but i do not
b r e a t h e
i blush daydrops into the windows
of cars as i pass by:
destruction part deux.

...

wind
and all lean with lowered lids
our faces into
the sun

...

searching for something
else behind light
erasing shadows
from the corners of our eyes

...

late light running along behind the trees,
behind the train's windows.
"I've never ridden this train before dark before."
my fingertips here under your eyes are words. I promise.
(tastes something like soju,)
promise me you'll listen, tired as you are.

...

a story behind this madness.
leave the glitter behind and open the window,
the wind is a free child tangling our hair.

...

evening-deep
in the Atlantic — am I
swallowed by the sea
or wearing it?

...

the neon lights dance,
spreading into a wasteland of
gold and silver.

...

under a canopy of electric
lights and
skirts, reading and rereading,
for the memories my eyelids carry,
A Prayer In Time Of Trouble

5 comments:

sui 5/18/2012 8:20 AM  

"am I
swallowed by the sea
or wearing it?"

ah.

Jenica 5/22/2012 8:27 AM  

This is so beautiful...a seamless collaboration.

Holly 5/22/2012 10:12 PM  

Jenica - Thank you. We've been bouncing it back and forth for so long it's hard for me to know what it reads like at this point!

Nicole 5/25/2012 10:12 PM  

In a word, wonderful.

Holly 5/25/2012 11:26 PM  

Nicole - Thank you muchly.

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