searching the blank white vague things
avoiding the careful and scary lines of fluid emotion
that lurk beneath good intents

i walk down to the end of the dock
to gut my dreams, de-bone what they hope of me
making food for the creatures
that got lost behind wood panels, phonograph regrets
and bay windows that ring like old tin when it storms in torrents

and when i get back, i'll pull the walls down
brick by brick
until i'm so confronted
that i cannot scare or be afraid of myself
i'll let myself drown in something un-named: essence, ego, self

i'll no longer be a cat, frightened by the shadows
of my foundling tail flicking aimlessly

i'll no longer be a car alarm, waking you up
in the middle of the night, annoyed and bearing
down on silence

i will finally pick my feet off the ground
and climb the turbulent depths of these feelings
so that i can one day reach the slightened air that's thin
with a lack of stagnance, decay, regret and greed
i will breathe it like a newborn
in soft gradient light.

11/03/2006

Posted on 11/04/2006
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