Our Skeletons

[RUKUS]

Our Skeletons

"he knows the past
of which she asks,
she knows the dust
from whence
he came." - unknown

The city is red
Like angry sun
Strokes,
And
We choke like wind
Between the buildings,
Beneath smoke
And ashes, begin to feel things,
Limbs of hers and hims
In dim
Red glow.

These skulls
That lie
in piles of lives,
Rise up to dance
A song of lust.
The dust is warm
And clings to bones
Their voices moan
A lover’s song

Do you fear the dead,
Their rotted flesh
The tongues that speak
From distant past?
They offer glass menageries,
Old meadows -
Claims of greener grass…

The city is blue
Like saddened moons
Or street curb jazz
On autumn nights.
She whispers wind
Between the buildings
She
Whispers
Words to make me feel things
Dreams of her and I
Have choked
Somewhere
In the city.

-rukus c2007

[crAzy Don]

reminds me of the way i used to write my poems *shrugs*