A scream arrives as eloquent as a silent film, Chaplin eating his shoe from hunger, us eating our screams from love. 5 Has it been so long since our mouths had found the strength to swim at each other like fish and kiss? Water whooses from our guts into water, urine and fishshit deflating from us, 10 the sound a no-sound of silence. So long and so hungrily we moved toward each other, paired plants heliotroped on our sunny dope and ache for greatness, a spine of thorns elevating the ticklish emptiness of a rose. 15 I cared for no God taller than your caress, your hot neck caught on my calluses. The crevices where we creased together like folded skin melted in a blue matchstick are full of crossed eyes and crossed hairs, 20 backwards assassins that cannot see what they are killing but fumble for the tricky trigger by habit blindly as worms. Together we mouth the sound of "Pow" 25 like children pulling their fingers on air.
From the collection "The Soft Assault"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
More information available on gregglory.com.