September 9, 2011
Back to you - first version


There’s a trace of flesh
there’s a trace
there’s a trace of flesh in your absence
in every blank there’s a trace
a trace of flesh
perforating all uterine walls
there’s a carnal trace
there’s a trace
there’s a carnal trace grabbing my ashes
piercing the balloon of my amnesic self
there’s a trace of flesh
there’s a trace
there’s a trace of flesh in everything
gunshots holes in my funeral dress
blood colored suns on the road to nothingness
there’s a carnal trace
there’s a trace
there’s a carnal trace that trembles
in the ashy soil of my desertion
there’s a trace of flesh
there’s a trace
there’s a trace of flesh in this noisy space
in every interference there’s a trace
there’s a trace
a tattoo, a red diode, a lustrous anomaly
that leads me to your cummy hands
there’s a trace of flesh in everything
that stands naked in the rearview mirror
and delivers me from heaven.