I am independent
and would like to be less so
Stasis beckons
like numb heroin
Blanking the ocean
of arbitrary pursuits
Vacations,
sunsets, alcohol, seeds
Awash into
recycling a toil of mortgage devotion
Grocery bagging,
gasoline injecting, and haircuts
Slicing the daily
show into faux friendliness
As if the images
of screen people know each other
Answering the
alarm clock
Bleeds into a
farcical stretch of toes to the sky
To expand the
circumference of blood vessels
Battling gravity
to rocketing extremities
Pointing toes
towards a wacky-spin ceiling fan
With a ceramic
heart on a pull chain
Losing identity
after theism after marriage
Onto a catapult of
atomic combustion
Of how seeing a
beautiful woman
Is like a cardiac
defibrillator to a man wrapped in cloths
Of wretched
divorce so that his lips were to perpetually taste vinegar
Like Midas into a
misery of common
Sights, scents,
textures and names
Until every woman
becomes the same character
Conversing becomes
meaninglessness jabbering
In hypothetical
commentary wrapped in assumption
Of who I am
An elephant seal
Supplicated to reside
off beach
Staring at the
moon and compelling the tide
For spring to end,
for the pheromones and pollen
To desist into the
written word of what is happening has happened
There is no living
only assumptions converted like concrete into a history
So that there is
no uncertainty, surprise or out of context exuberance
This is to murder
thy self into sacrifice for the game as feckless ritual
At the expense of
laughter, elevated heart beats and above else, Love!
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