Thursday, October 11, 2012

Day Two

The chemicals are all in the air
ready to re-combine,
bonds of love beyond mere steel
snap open harmlessly,

the shortened circuit to myself
has switched polarities,
electric's flipped magnetic
and my thoughts now stand exposed

as my own only. To think
I could be seen inside the coverings
of trees, my heart to become real
in another's head — bless me,

I know not what I do, clinging to
the role asked by my story,
which only has one purpose, now, to end.
A tale told by mistake, and that's OK

it didn't touch the flame I really am,
who waits with patient nursing of the torch,
for poetry to rise out of the prose,
uniqueness uncontained within the whole.

6 comments:

Erik Donald France said...

I dig. Reversed polarities, magnetic fields sometimes compel like the power of Christ.

Also enjoying your comments and aim to respond once upon the near future.

Jack said...

"I know not what I do, clinging to
the role asked by my story,
which only has one purpose, now, to end.
A tale told by mistake, and that's OK"

Fatally fatalistic. To me, it's both heartbreaking and ennobling when one accepts the end.

"A tale told by mistake, and that's OK"

I relate to the above line so much, it's freaking me out.

the walking man said...
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the walking man said...

As long as you know you won't run out of words the poetry will always rise, sometimes a bit harder than others but it will always rise as long as you don't turn the stove off...unless of course your in a Plath kind of mood, then I suggest you turn the stove off and take a breath near the open window.

Smartassery aside Bill I like this, standing exposed in another's head isn't that why we do this---all poets are nudists at heart. Damn the convention lets strip in Central park and run naked up the rock and do a free reading. You first though, I need pockets to carry your bail money in.

You had an eternal flame for this way, long before there was a fracked gas to burn, so just keep on keeping on my friend and oft times teacher.

the walking man said...

Damn who kept deleting comments? Must of been the guy running on two hours sleep who hasn't written a correct sentence in 7 hours.