an interview

they ask questions.

what is the image?

they shout at me

can it materialize like

cotton in a slave-torn summer field?

 

no, i say simply.

why can't you see that?

i don't understand that flowers die

so i certainly can't grasp

the abstract notion of thought.

 

but why? they spit

why is it impossible?

 

somehow i manage to control myself

because i am no savant, i moan

i try to be but for all my

apparent wisdom i remain

a tightly-tethered web of

skin and veins and saliva.

 

they yield no answer

the silence is a pregnant thing

was this the answer they expected?

 

the lamp goes out

and though it is no new sensation

i am naked in the dark

again.

Author's Note

A couple of the lines were paraphrased from the song "Lounge" by Regina Spektor. Great music.

Reviews

[just is]

wow kind of powerful really, well written though.

[Collette Paige]

First - I love Regina Spektor! ^^
second - amazing 8D I know its dumb to say, but other words fail me :)

[Kenneth The Poet]

It's like a scene out of the movie "Inland Empire".