10/21/14 (A heretic's rambling from my aching headache tonight) neutral
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I sit aimlessly in itching skin, eyelids clinging too tightly to
the upper round protrusions from the eyes of my skin and my skull...
my eyes are hollow staring at the inviting brightness
radiation repels me with
a bang! in my pulse, and more bangs! in the caves of my ears, and these,
dreadful magnifying glasses. Are these moving spheres not plastic globes,
and the letters before me like the people upon the earth?
For now, like spinning a quarter I'm quartering my moving gazes
into all four directions shifting side around me, I can't follow. Everything
lowers to separate and
repeatedly begin banging. SHIFT l-e-t-t-e-r-s into my h-e-a-d a-n-d e-a-r-s…
I propose to myself out loud “my eyes” I breathe desperately I know this is undoing
To myself, but I’m clicking “k e y s” into this brightness and I propose – “I miss him”
which these are not proposals, but an upset stomach
withdrawing into myself, and an upset heart by my own hands.
"Teething fever" I propose to myself laughing with no movement but can't you hear -
cackling, cracking as it curls down into my ugly grin? I'm banging and clicking through beating light unto my eyes and into my ears and my face
Brightness propels itself down my ears’ hearing and down, throwing itself down
Down into my mouth and my throat swallows.
The air
Sucks... the inside of my cheek ...to propose to myself again
To relax and this fails as I sit deeper into bamboo grooving
and it, tying the pedestal my butt has lied upon, but my muscles
are banging
Holding my sole being to level with weak strings,
but these are not your arms holding me so is my being ever whole? It is not
my soul that misses brightness, you held me up greater than this
with darker hands;
it is my soul that misses darkness, and eyes and ears that miss darkness
and silence
but from the uneven
beating from
your
chest.
 BeatsyaBass · Tue Oct 21, 2014 @ 06:07am · 0 Comments |
