-The scent awakens me, even as I sleep. I am no more aware than when I dream. It calls to me, though I am deaf. I want to follow even in my blindness. It is not a howl, like the cold night’s air; it is not a harmony, like the Sirens’ song. It is not need though it be dire. I do not rise, though I do not sleep. I simply sigh, as I give way.
-Inert. The body, the system, lies motionless, no movement except for the swelling under the frame, raising the flesh, a steady filling and emptying of the sacs, still fed by artificial airways. Eyelids shut, closed, not tight not pressed, but without so much as a quiver. There is, the almost imperceptible pulsing of the body; valves now fully functioning, ushering plasma to the chambers that regulate the system, the body. Eyes open. Momentary lapses displaying signs of life, apart from the pulsing of rivers and the filling of sacs. Perfunctory. Dilation weakens, light refracts but does not enter past the […]
-Blow. Impact; paresis, slight paralysis of the machine, a partial retardation of the system. The system; the body. Bones unfractured. Integument ruptured, droplets of crimson falling. Tearing and emptying, along with a continuous spewing from deep within, the plasmatic flow of warm animating cells. Breath frozen, stilled, obstructed. A complete loss of consciousness. A plunge into the abyss. Eyes dilated, lids shut, staring into a world apart, slipping. Heart slowed, warmth escaping, a shutting down of the machine. A slipping away from this temporal presence. Blades, razor sharp, stirring and biting away, tearing through clouds. Scratching and nicking the patched […]
-There’s this scene in my head and it plays like a merry go round and each time that it spins, I see you laugh and smile it’s the light in my head that keeps me up at night as I go through my day it’s with you I share that smile we dance in my dreams, spinning like that merry go round you only exist in that world in my head the scene turns to dust, blown by the wind I’m getting lost in the light that escapes our eyes somewhere between the twilight of night and day I keep […]
-Turn you inside out, nowhere in the world around us see you as someone else, still with your eyes what you come to be, what you come to mean to me it’s the fantasy, it’s the dream I’ll never leave And when the sun fades, moonlight dances around us it’s just my vision of you and what’s left of me I’ve been traveling so long adding bits to this vision of you I’ve been holding on still hoping to find what I see within you what you come to be, what you come to mean to me it’s the fantasy, […]
-I want to gather up what remains attach the pieces of my shattered brain put them together with some adhesive even if it doesn’t fit quite right I’ll close my eyes and pretend that somehow I’ve mended somehow I’ve made amends for all the times I’ve fallen all the times I’ve bled Somehow I keep holding on keep hoping and praying that everything’s not gone keep crying out hoping I haven’t lost everything (…and I’m) crawling in the dark my head fallen in shame Nails scratching at the surface trying to find the pieces of me that’ll help me salvage […]
-The figure you The figure you identify with The figure I suppose you to be A figure A silhouette in the moon’s light A dial in the sun’s splashing hue An object of desire in my mind A delusion I hold to with my thoughts The form of the human presence The form of the female body The form I yearn for in solitude The form unlike my own, but similar A form A memory of sweet fragrance A sound of sonorous harmony; laughter A melody humming each syllable A touch like soft velveteen An embrace which ceases the ocean […]
-In my head there’s a photograph, faded with its corners turned back you’ll see it’s worn from its edges I’ve been holding it for so long your smile, it’s never changing in the night it’s been my beacon lay my head on the pillow, close my eyes and there’s the smile I come home to and I dream of the color that I felt when I was with you when I wake I remember the scent in my room has been gone, since you went away sometime I wonder, how I’ve made it here how I can continue through another […]
-The cold quiet hours of emptiness, when you left and I was alone; the house cracked and settled itself, preparing to live a life without you As I sat on the living room floor I could hear the cracking in the darkness and understood, but could not let go. My arms reached out in the dark in front of me; the only thing I found were my knees and I pulled them close. You had just closed the door, but I’d been alone for so long.
-Dreams come to us, lit by remnant streaks, left by falling spheres of light, when the sun’s jagged reflection no longer dances on unsettled waves, the unawakened moon leaving incandescence mitigated, there is an iridescent glow, at the edge of our horizon this is perhaps a promise which assures the moon will rise this is when you close your eyes, and hope dreams materialize by moonlight