Sunday, June 30, 2013


("The Lovers," by Rene Magritte)

Through the jaws of time,
he tossed her a line

anchored around
a carnivorous tooth

The cave closed in
(with her)him

and stranded, she scrawls
her Babel of runes

on the weeping walls
of a darkness so starved

it chews on its tongue
for relief


Charles Gramlich said...

Pretty bizarre reading this poem since I just had dental work and managed somehow to chew my tongue while I was all numbed up. It still hurts like heck.

the walking man said...

This is what happens when human(s) forget that ITY belongs after the word. LOve in the darkness is it's own light.

Aniket Thakkar said...

Charles' comment made my day. I did that too, after my root canal treatment. :)

I'd rather chew on (her) tongue than mine. Thank you.