03.14.06
I turned the corner and was bombarded with his existence.
His gyrating, fuzzy chords pelted me with searing palpitations,
And caused my body to curl into involuntary fetal position.
Was too delicate a moment for me to endure the pricking lashes,
Yet I begged for a direct blow,
An acknowledgement of my identity as:
the None-Other,
but the Maybe-Something
who could have a presence--
who might make an impact someday…
The lime green plant growing from his palm surely betrays the enchantment
And colossal hope expands my head like a lemon soufflé
But Time enveloped me and nothing passed for him.
Nothing began or ended-- it
just
was.
Five steps and I was gone,
His image still lingering in my mind.
Confession
02.15.06
“You’re insatiable,” he said to me.
I don’t think. I feel.
And if one day I feel the pain,
I would know it is absence of you.
The smell of your skin
Hovers tangible in the air
And I walk with a severed limb,
Believing you are always where
You’re not. in my heart.
“Wear something white” for mourning. Not Black.
Black is what you used to wear.
What were you mourning for?
If you knock on my heart it will stop beating.
Will you stay as I left you?
I don’t think I feel.
(Rough) Frustrated Poem
?
if there once was a time when I could turn your head, make you think
and if you had felt that pull on your heart for so long now
what then have I done
to banish that feeling
and cause you to bury yourself
so far away
so it was merely a pull in the lower direction
that satisfied itself with
one small toe dipped
into the water
one small taste and I’m dismissed
I’m crazy to still think you worth this pain,
Crazy to think redamancy could exist