Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

15 March, 2011 - Yarrow Awakening

"Yarrow Awakening"

Locked away, persecuted, I hoped to recover
Recover, not forget.
Mountains surrounding my retreat blot out the sun,
Wind is a mystery,
Sensations long since forgotten, lost in the ether.
Skulking to my corner, shunned and lost I wait.
Bottle up time, 100 proof, wash away the past.
Withering away I take charge,
Action through my veins, a blast
Piercing through restless mobs
Memories of forgotten gods;
Alone I find my solace, a quiet resting place,
My legacy disappears as I begin to hibernate.

Dormant, I have rested
Untouched by sight or sound,
Yet rest has since eluded me
The day I became unwound.

Monday, March 14, 2011

14 March, 2011 - Bubble

Bubble

Assemble me! Screw on my arms - not too short -
Pop in the sockets, surround with glue, jam jam jam;
I can't
Fall Apart
again.
Wait - Torso, torsos, where are the bodies?
Lined up. Dimensions checked. Porcelain nightmares.
Smoothed over, sewed up, stripped to androgyny.
Perfect.
That one is perfect.
Left leg shortage, arms serve as substitutes
No! Delivery incoming, salvaged frames found buried,
No.
Frozen - Found frozen.
Twist on the head, my head,
Home, send me home.
Wig on, capped off.
Beaming, glistening, leaving
I inform the infirmed.
Sterilized.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

8 March, 2011 - My Eyes

My Eyes

Days pass in blindness. Caressed by the dark
Until I open.
Pounding, my head forgets
As I fade in to childhood.
I am vexed.
I look upward with placid orbs
Slowly becoming a grounded air balloon
Torn and tattered.
I am deflated.
Inspecting forward I see pores,
Flesh, scars, days on the playground,
Perhaps I eventually see a face.
I am defined.
Downward I fall, becoming an ant
And seeing hundreds of the single blade,
Thousands of building blocks.
I am closed.

Monday, March 7, 2011

7 March, 2011 - Plastic Bag

"Plastic Bag"

Sling you over my shoulder,
Cling to my skin and dangle.
Float.
Fill.
Tear.

Through you I can see
Myself.
Brand names, brand new.

Arriving home I throw you down.
I reach in to unpack.

I am swallowed.

Saturday, February 26, 2011