Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Chance

Don’t mind the moonlight?
It shines through our veins
the light leads the life
we need, all on a linear plane
and what the agriculturalist cultivates
will eventually be a barren field, isolation
speaks within, corrupting their shields
but chance is just consequential
and words are the only took to make dullness
seem helpful and as they flutter
stir around like a family of flies
encumber your thoughts
begin to tie
they make your eyes water
and shift to rhythm
these letters form sometimes
just like all life
it starts from a cataclysm
and the more you know, intellectually
or through those holes in your head,
you loose the wisdom
it’s not just a definition
reality is only a decision

Devasate me?

can you feel the emphasis in these arms
the warmth that rises from my fragility
can you see my lost eyes
never focused, searching for solitude
can you smell my nothingness
that percolates from my unkept, un-bathed skin
can you grasp my fingers
always twitching, lunging, cupping for anything
like my cigarette that fell from my mouth
taste it, the rust
bleakness that exhales before I breath
This body that I encompass feels broken
but also perfect. 
It was fitted for me
Now, won’t you please, Devastate me?

Plague

Teach me
Forgiveness
Speechless--like the water
on the sandiest of beaches
smoke the air for anxiety
curse the sky because of society
Illuminate those broken bodies
and pray for insanity
let it sink in
infest
infect
and flood