A muddled middle, a gut feeling Cause external confusions The mind powering thought The heart driving reaction A palaver of misdirections Inhibits both extremities Neither sure of the other And both unwilling to change There is a me in the mixture A corporeal being Unsure of sense’s accuracy Debilitated by a palpating core And so […]
Is it not in the nature of things to be broken. After all, in some unknown future, we are all broken down into the atoms we sprang from. Breaking and reforming is a part of existence we must come to terms with. Yet my heart will never repair from you.
Heartbeats unwindAn inevitable tic-toc Slowing, slowingThe bird in its cageUnwilling to callTo count out the hoursOr even the minutesTime stallsDeath callsAnother clock, broken
￼ My friends said it inevitable that I’d lose her. She’d always had her heart set on bigger things, stardom, the good life. Her eyes strayed about a second after we’d first so passionately kissed. Why did she leave, you ask? Life, my reply. Because that’s what I couldn’t give her.
I was used to the gate creaking, I'd meant to oil it for months, the staircase's second step, too. These were not extraordinary issues nor uncommon complaints. Easy fixed, one might've said. But this creaking came from within as I clutched my chest. Too late to fetch the oil now.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Lust or love? Thump! Thump! Thump! Warning or alarm? Thump! Thump! Thump! Her eyes appraise as she licks crimson lips. Thump! Thump! Thump! She sways like a reed in the wind, unbending. Thump! Thump! Thump! Pull it together, man. Thump! Thump! Thump! Those lips purse. Thump… … … Damn!
￼ We heard the geese flying high in the sky long before we saw them. An armada of determined avians, the birds sliced through the storm backlit by lightning, their defiant honking rising above the booming thunder. So brave! Hollow of bone but strong of heart. A lesson to us all.