Sunday, March 27, 2005

Light in the Night

Feeling instead of seeing.
Being instead of wanting.
Having instead of needing.
Eyes full of sand.
The body one big grasping thing.
Edges once sharp no longer seek to draw blood.
Now they dig soul meat.
Big fleshy chunks slapping to the floor, smearing the guts and slime.
The ooze of a whole person.
Gasps rise to the ceiling, running away.
History harder to create.
Imperfections worthy of a second glance.
Or is it chance?
Is luck still out there, floating and sliding?
Or is it all used up like a live sex show performer?
Just let go.
Give in.
And enjoy?
Use, fully.
One moment and the next not agreeing.
Pick a truth.
They are all shiny today.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

i'll just wait for the others to comment..while i read dis again... and try to understand wat u saying....


March 27, 2005 at 6:54 PM  
Blogger themadamefiles said...

Wow. I love the duality in this poem. It whispers yet shouts to me. Deep. Profound. Wow.

March 28, 2005 at 12:50 AM  
Blogger BM, The Necessary Movement said...

Yeah!! I like that! I live when any choice you can possibly make is all good!!!

March 28, 2005 at 12:09 PM  
Blogger Sugar said...

"Just let go.
Give in"......Go on then..I dare ya!

March 29, 2005 at 3:11 AM  

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