Probably just me
Humming to myself, trying to be
Silently, melodically
Explaining myself to me.
Or, with cautious fingers,
Mixing and picking out parts of a dream
That shies away from sunlight
Prefers to slink around my room at night
Under bedframes, through squares of moonlight
Shining along my floor, my life is
Just left of right
Can I please recoil reigns that
Have been destined to send me
Over cliffs of self-restraint
Scatter along wild horizons
Finely designed with
oblong velocity trails
90 degree angles between sunsets melting
down straining through shadows and
me, so
static flushed thrumming like a
bird�s vocal chords vibrating
systematically, shrill screaming of a
high pitched siren whine trying to find
the right pitch the right tone the
right tail-end vibrato
the right inflection, correction:
I can never sing like this.
I can never sing like this.
So fiercely alert, skin burnt from the curved
Heated surface of a stovetop
Semi-circle kiss red blue flame
Jettisoned from manifested sparks
My stuttering spitfire love that
Doesn�t bloom where I want it to,
Refuses a guide, dancing randomly
To the beat of whatever I see
Remotely aesthetically pleasing or the
Intelligently formed words to me �
I�m recreationally enflamed, on fire from
Thin pyres that wire their way
Through my skin fueling within them a
Blush from a touch or if it adds up to that much,
Such a summed-up brush with a rough abrasive
Sandpaper way of scraping layers away
Of nay-saying neighbors who swear that, if she cared,
Words would be there, but nowhere have I so simply
Shrugged, sighed, subscribed to a gentle quiet
Life of a crush unrequited or a polite shying of eyes
When realizing: I�m outshined, outside of rhymes or
Wildly colliding daydreams and desires, I�m not tired
Of firing neurons upon neurons of
Thoughts to be put her on, to rest comfortably in the liferaft in a sea
Of memory, or just send her up like a balloon
Let go of too soon, I�m the kid
Who starts to cry as the sky swallows
What I tried to hold onto.
Lost you among
Cirrus tips and contrail ribbons, you
Spin with the wind up to the ribbed
Underside of a sunset, I can�t get my view from
Letting a jetting pinprick go � so
Owing a smile or two to you, do I
Just loosen screws of the contraption your
Laugh made and wait for collapse, or just pass and relax
Inside attraction�s gap?
A sine wave, a blind way
Of audio, of a touch-and-go impression
Giving lessons in the protection of what
Hovers above love�s rush, what rests under
A crush, what threads between my feet
Keeps me moving through the street, keeps me
Reading, writing, breathing, crying, trying to find some kind of
Mind of a poet, a song, sweep me along a
River, deliver a sliver of shivering love, fresh from
Confessions or learned from a lesson, shove me
Into the study of subjects above me, teach me
To love me, or maybe exchange me a kiss or
fourfivesix twists of bliss
Insisting this: did all of it simply swiftly
Drown down to me with just this to do:
Move through hues of you dyed dark blue
As an underside of an ocean: view you through
Clipped rippled edges of raindrops on water,
Sopped wet gone to her and
Sever me sieve me save me maybe I maybe I should
Escape me.
Excuse me.
Time to try to lose me.
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There have been numerous entries in the past few days, too, so hey, don't fall behind. It's terribly un-chic.
fdoagjas,
Jared