Walk By Me One More Time

My anger blast
contains me not.
The arching back
the flying beige silks
that mean you walk
sun themselves under blankness.
Woe to blankness
and my empty threats.

All consuming
lies in truth
make a broth to spit up
or swallow depending on the time.
Your spoon of polite,
your dentist's rubber stop
of desire
fight my tired tongue.

Unwitting conspiracy
contradicts itself
while contradicting me -
you aimless meandering murders
who perform deliberate acts accidentally.
To the heaps of dead
add my brain
or failing that
any excess scrape-able scrap of a woman.

Melissa Ray, 1990


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