abandon:
a letting loose,
freedom from self-restraint,
surrender to natural impulses
a person collapses to the ground;
personality leaking from a cracked bottle
creativity pooling, eyes blink
feels like a heart attack
looks like a stroke
the music hits
im done
fingers gliding through smoky morning light
spirits dancing, ember glowing ash
smoke glides from my lips
cascades into floating puddles of sunlight
with the slight motion of standing, the smoke blurs
moves as the air moves
then the smoke settles again
I sat on a chair today
wiggled a little and stared
at all the other people
sitting wiggling on their chairs
I breathed out a little bit
as the injection
went through my skin
and all the while
the nurse was sweet
and she listened
to my
belabored
frantic
speeches...
that
I don't like shots
that
I don't like grey rooms
with people I don't know
that
I don't like being touched
by people I don't know
but the moment was already over
eventually I stood up
after a few minutes past
I left
my shoulder hurting
everything becomes a memory.
we struggle with that,
we lost folk, walking through the woods of the world
who wake each day only to forget
the pain,
the love
and loss we get
only to present those gifts to others
it's not how long we walk
that should be measured.
but how far we've come
movement is what keeps us awake
when we start to fall – it's like:
life is saying, “something”
just out of reach.
to fully understand, though,
you'd have to go to sleep
i have a secret world,
that blossomed from all my fears,
that I scribbled down in electric notes,
that will never disappear.
when all my days are over,
as slowly my words undone,
seek out my hidden hamlet
and read it while sitting under the sun.
the breathe caught in my throat
as the cradle slowly climbed,
click
click
click
in each moment
i could feel time
being so caught up in the stream, its intoxicating
click
I found a mountain far away, that looked like one
Id seen on the drive here,
the smell of popcorn wafting through the incensed air
click
We've only talked on the phone, how could this be so easy.
As easy as getting on a rollercoaster
terrifying
is .
climb .
the .
.
but
the
drop
is what sets
love
free
a moment on the dock
feet lazily immersed in chilly water.
steam rises, curling
around the curved edges of my paperback.
a mug of coffee moves to my lips.
eyes move quickly left to right.