attachment:
like a limb or a branch
attached because it grew from there,
from the source
as part of a structure, an
element of a whole
complete thing
attachment-
like a discovery, a piece of
knowledge, a
thought, a word an act of
beauty crystalized
into memory and cannot
be taken away
attachment,
like possession, like
a stumbled-upon treasure, a secret
map, a piece of gold
your heart
bloomed in my hand i saw it
open self-consciously
majestically, what felt like
a flash of light held
love for an eternity
attachment.
like a limb, by some horrific stroke
detached, a thing meant to be
here that's no longer
here or
near or
touchable embraceable attainable
visible or willing to be seen
but i feel it hover over me
like a shadow
cold and lifelike
nimble and persistent
and it goes everywhere i go
Taking inspiration as it comes and re-presenting ideas that start a fire in me, this blog is meant to be entertaining, inspiring and move you to get after what it is you're here to do.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
i feel no anger, just
a loose flame inside
with just a few select words
you made me smile big enough to cure cancer
what is this "you" button i can't switch off?
scully and mulder were soul-mates without
sexy times
but i guess that wasn't the case
with us
because i smelled you from years
away and always wanted you for dinner
when you dipped your finger and painted
a brief but elaborate
landscape of our unfolding
in the morning light all
the fluid fantasy had turned
to dried sediment
on our clothes
my mind clings
to it like a fish hooked
on a line
is it desperate to be
cut free, so much so that i
would rip my mouth
to get back to the underwater
solitude
or is that flailing a plea for
more freedom
a celebratory dance made
awkward and desperate-
looking for lack of limbs
i don't know why
even as i sit in good
company
new fall air tickling under
my collar
i feel apart from everything
i know and want
fastened to my declarations
and doubts like a blind dagger
thrower's unfortunate assistant
a loose flame inside
with just a few select words
you made me smile big enough to cure cancer
what is this "you" button i can't switch off?
scully and mulder were soul-mates without
sexy times
but i guess that wasn't the case
with us
because i smelled you from years
away and always wanted you for dinner
when you dipped your finger and painted
a brief but elaborate
landscape of our unfolding
in the morning light all
the fluid fantasy had turned
to dried sediment
on our clothes
my mind clings
to it like a fish hooked
on a line
is it desperate to be
cut free, so much so that i
would rip my mouth
to get back to the underwater
solitude
or is that flailing a plea for
more freedom
a celebratory dance made
awkward and desperate-
looking for lack of limbs
i don't know why
even as i sit in good
company
new fall air tickling under
my collar
i feel apart from everything
i know and want
fastened to my declarations
and doubts like a blind dagger
thrower's unfortunate assistant
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