Heart Insomnia
Music trembles, back and forth between walls
cold, cold and so new
just the same as before
Except maybe an additional adornment or two
Cadences lacking a passion-filled push
Notes collide, yet lack even one crescendo
Anticlimactic, unable to break the flow

Air faeries pirouette, petit jeté and more
Across abrasive pillow coverings and sheets
Mimicking the hollow moaning of the heart
laying quiet and cold on a surgeon’s steel plate
waiting for the orchestras cue
simple beats, simple tones, lyrics roam
Calming the palpating flux between inhale and exhale
Simply waiting for time to stop
synapses to freeze and pop

The sternum cracks, the ribs unfold
blasting open room for a heart to crawl through
into another world, a different girl’s dream
somewhere without all this history
A place un-tinged by memories

Twisting and turning, the mocking moment draws near
Stuck with eyes sealed open, still and motionless
Begging for it not to end
breathing steady, scar-less and unharmed
Thin pillars this invisible world precariously rests on

But the comedian’s last joke will fall
And the conductor will restart again
Anesthetics dwindle and fade
The common thud of pounding music
slowly breaks through the silence
and the sweet shadow world implodes within
The cold empty of fluorescent lights re-begins

waiting,
waiting on things
that will never come

03/16/2010

Posted on 03/16/2010
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