June 27, 2004 at 6:32 PM

Paganini and the Firering

the days are starting to fall in a linear line
the same times forgotten
the same times remembered
The issues tie them together
cub scout knot
and through the medication firering
we jump
hands behind our back.
This fire it desires to consume
it's greedy orange eyes scan
the inside of my brain and my body
for something to turn flame.
a hunger-
a speed of night that crept up
day from day
and this,
is the manic end of darkened weeks.

the days fall together
the pressure mounts
from intestine to fingers
through them all
my violin between chin and shoulder
propelling body forward
through the firering
Paganini's heart must have beat
faster than mine
We chase the silence
with caprices and knoted hands.

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