I have become night
my mind alive under the moon
under a sky not yet black enough
to blind all eyes
Who shall answer me
when I have a request:
an owl raiding the barn shackles scaled from my eyes
a opossum burrowing his nose into my abandoned skin
a cat's eye sneaking through my tooth
I have become night
to watch the snore roll up the stars
ward off the sunrise of less inspiration
A night clouded and a nova morning mourned before death
awakes and crawls over and into my bones
the images of navigation left to fingers and hand
I am night
I am blackness
I am images of starless
of clouded moonshine
of nine p.m.
I am REM's squandering memory of wakefulness with colorful air above my head
awaiting to be thought seen heard smelled touched
and written
12/29/09
I have to get it out of my chest
It is stuck
In my throat
It swells
Like a sponge
It buries itself in the crevice of my bosom
Languishing as a sea captain drowning in his ship
It is stuck
In my throat
Choking my words
Like a tarantula that crawls down in my sleep
Waking my mind to asphyxiation
It is stuck
In my throat
That which I cannot name
Encasing itself behind my ribs in its own coffin
In my throat
It swells
Like a sponge
It buries itself in the crevice of my bosom
Languishing as a sea captain drowning in his ship
It is stuck
In my throat
Choking my words
Like a tarantula that crawls down in my sleep
Waking my mind to asphyxiation
It is stuck
In my throat
That which I cannot name
Encasing itself behind my ribs in its own coffin
12/27/09
I am just sitting as I am
I am random. Randomness is me. I am the woods and I am the pastor. I am the tree and I am the granite. I am the stillness and I am the aggravation. I am all and I am none. I am random when life is the most stressful, my mind fused and chipped into phrases that fall like fall leaves: my selfhood attempting to survive with multi-personalities finding themselves on my tongue; telling myself to shut up when one decides to speak, and usually when it isn't the time or place: I can't have someone hear my inner-beings struggling. I am an ocean roaring inside the I am the river flowing outside; I am who I do not appear to be; I am exactly as I appear to be; I am as I am as you are and are not: I am every letter in every alphabet without escape to speak. I am just sitting as I am: don't answer who I am.
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