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This is supposed to be funny. So, laugh.
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These icy sheets
run jagged on my calloused skin
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For sympathy,
for attention,
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Snow queens plague my eyes, as they slowly drift away
into my sinful unconsciousness-- staying with me for
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Skipping stones on the paper-thin body of all creation
reminds me of a spirit that used to live inside of me.
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There you are --
standing on your pedestal of purchased bliss;
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Still you watch from afar--
Leaving just a gleam in your flooding eyes,
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My cut hair, my peeled skin, my clipped nails --
Three things I save to remind myself of the
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Eyes buried with ears in traffic --
My existence is becoming a movie only the blind would want to see.
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I can still remember Mother's warm hands as if
they were still held closely to the Arctic poles
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Sitting and waiting until the horizon bends
and breaks into both good and evil, our
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Sailing along the cemented ocean,
I gaze at elderly places with newborn eyes.
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Envy sets in,
With elbows glued to knees.
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Slipped off water's knees,
Cracked the temple of meaning;
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At first,
Cool to the touch,
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White dust falls from the heavens,
While children run through sprinklers.
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Chords laced with omnipotence,
Ears tortured throughout captivity.
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It's all a lie.
This whole world is speaking falsehoods wrapped up in a blanket called detachment.
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Sleepless in Seattle.
Remember sleeping till discomfort?
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Can we take it all back,
Back to way back when?
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