Rewriting Twin Peaks scripts as poetry. Each poem will be put together using only words and phrases from its specified script.
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Nervous Sheath - from "Northwest Passage," pilot episode
I grasp thin recognition by the shoulders, bell-up hurt in background consuming the white, an immense hand to silence a nervous sheath of inner worry. The bed has been slept in, lace and black coffee a practice. Late everyday, a verse, no chorus. I have to re-establish access to the bottom of the stairs, don't want to mention the urgent morning.