Found in the book “Scream When You Burn”, an anthology from the editor of Caffeine Magazine. It is a compilation of poetry from Gordon, Bukowski, Ginsberg, Cohen, Townsend, and many more.
This poem outlines the difficulty of perfectly explaining the essence of something as simple as a water stain t...
i don't know the tibetan word
for the mandala formed by
the water stains on the ceiling
that caused a state of paralysis
that recalls a trace, not of death
but morality in the mundane clothes of decay
and suddenly my body is one of those countries
you always hear about but never visit
actually the water stains seem more like
the four Novocaine wings
of the insects that settled
on the flower that bloomed
where our softest skin once fused darkest
in turgid undifferentiation
i want to use my words like paint
but the color upon drying
never quite resembles the color on the label
i put my longest finger into my mouth
and hope for the best