I write these for no reason other than their metaphorical lament filled the empty space of my head suddenly, for no apparent reason, during meditations... i would like to keep track of the ebb and flow of my subconscious mind.
1.
sleepless shifting
tossing and drifting
towards the origin of the wind
that spot where spotless thoughts flood intelligence
complete and important with undeniable relevance
screaming and stifled
unfinished business
2.
everything
falls
apart
eventually
eyes leave the road to glance at eachother
retrograde rims shimmering cold against the blur of the pavement.
gestures exchanged like emotional currency passing between strangers
showing lust or aggression
eventually
apart
falls
everything
3.
swimming
my head swims in a sea of unrecognizable creatures
reeling
to reel one of these things to the surface, like a thought bursting through the current
it struggles to survive
always tangled in the line of communication.
4.
whats the statute of limitations
on crimes of the heart?
am i expected to pay
for 12 years of blessed shame?
leave me my lament and sorrow
its all ive got.
5.
nail me to a glass cross.
when it shatters
after the first nail is driven through
i can see my reflection in the broken pieces.
surface wounds
uncrucified
to be continued... when i get more time to meditate
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