As soft as memories’ kisses, my heart misses its beat
As I struggle to plant my feelings in struggled, weathered soil
Stepping over such sharp moments of past
Jutting out as if beckoning to slice these present desires.

As reckless as I am, I give way to a sweet whisper
Taps on my shoulder-
Caresses my cheeks-
Touches my lips.

As hopeless as I am, I let the dry and dusty siren song lead me
Through the roots of my history -
Sights, smells, tastes, touch, sound
All fail me as thorns lunge at my feet

Through tunnels of light project/warp/morph/spin-
Like thousands of pixels dancing, breaking into
Flaws bleeding into mistakes flowing amongst regret
Legs flailing over head over swirling pallets of color.

Breathing in pieces of birth, snippets of waking strangers
I choke. I struggle. I thrash about in my descent
Anchors of memoirs sinking ships down to the depths
Wake. Wake. Something strain my lids to wake.

Back through caves of white project/warp/morph/spin-
Like Polaroids in reverse spilling into blankets of black
I tiptoe across poisonous pastlands, thirsty false benevolence
To retreat where softer skin screams only shelter

12/04/2008

Posted on 12/04/2008
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