crash

my friend marco confuses crush and crash. so, in his honor, i say,

crash the inner critic.

turn on the music, and write from the unconscious...what comes out is surprising...what comes out...comes...

it is your softness that makes us cry
your vastness when you shut your mouth
and open your everything
when you wear a question mark on your face
an exclamation of whole unknowing, peace
where sound and silence swing together
in the double helix we cling to, your longing
opens us, pricks the center
forests explode
wide sun
of know-nothing deep
that freefall shade of hushed stars on fire
above inky penetrating pre-dawn
thicker and lighter than the holy ghost
your vastness when you shut your mouth
and open your everything
begs
nothing
outside the body

desire has no name

to ml, winter 2005, university of detroit