MARLA WILSON


	        Ecstasy


	dripping down
	fear
	pride
	blue wax
	dreams for life
	a funnel
	hands on the wall
	fingers on my pulse
	death in my backpack
	desolation jingling with my keys
	tattered pages, murky bottles
	the last sip of ecstasy vaporizes
	the last drop of faith strikes the floor
	blinking eyes, missing too much
	locking the cage of suburbia
	forming a lump in my throat
	a tickle on my skin
	an incredulous breeze sweeps up my hair
	a soothing embrace hurls a boomerang
	a vagabond tosses out theories of relativity
	a wanderer gives up on brain surgery
	mourners cry for the teenage whores
	priests sanctify the massacres
	ordained sins are exalted
	teddy bear in the dumpster
	waves crashing on the beach houses
	floating into a whale’s mouth
	and the fear
	and the faith
	and the tears and the gleams
	smiling up from Hell
	and across from infinity, parallel
	seventh heaven is demoted to sixth
	and there are dreams for life.


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© 1997 Marla Wilson

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