Belladonna Anodyne

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Currently obsessed with Anno Birkin. I have never read poetry like his, devastatingly beautiful and melancholic.. and to think he was only 21 when he died. Way too soon. [And yes, he is also from that Birkin family.]

I really need his book.

Anodyne

Tearing down the air again,
trying to find a stare that's faint and haunted;
teased and taunted mind recedes -
diseased and out of fiction.

Belladonna anodyne, fill my blood and fill my world with lust ...
Roses sunk in cyanide, thrown aside and blown back by the wind ...
Do you see the ...
sinners drinking iodine, to cleanse their dreams and
rid their minds of thought?

And I've seen her rise ... at times ... at night ... her majestic pupils cast,
and setting stars ... are hung ... above ... horizons where you are.

Hot to touch and out of breath,
lost for words, it's best I just stay silent.

Upped inside and on the rise, I found a little low.

Do you feel these roots, so weak?
I'm paranoid,
and fear of rain has left a joy in storms ...

And in their eyes ... at times ... at night ... see the light of sudden stars,
etched in sand ... I'm walking on horizons where I stand ...

high on her eyes ...
high and I rise,

over the land......................................

Anno Birkin, Spring, 1999
"Who Said The Race Is Over?"



Love.