Yard Sale

 

There’s a spy within me

tapped into suspicions

one eye zeroed in

round the clock

 

There’s a ward

of smuggled wounds

convalescing in my notebooks

smudged so badly

that only I can decipher

their blood

 

I wake early

before family commotion starts

before the endless

mandible chatter

rips apart the silence

 

because my mind is groggy

standing before sunrise

because birds flutter

in such a manner

that my center loses grounding

 

My eyes are sky

pulled from my brain

fog stuffs my head

I’m an old basement

damp and dripping

 

Maybe a yard sale is in order

to rid myself

these shabby feelings

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 from my 6th book: The Opening

©dah / dahlusion / CTU 2018 all rights reserved

first published in Chicago Record Magazine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

love the metaphors....the old basement damp and dripping...the yard sale idea....
i have need to have a few of those...but i probably couldn't give away 90% of the shabby feelings i have stored in the attic of my mind.
really good poetry here...fresh language and word play.
j.

[DAH]

Thank you, jacob, for this wonderful feedback ...

[Robert Trakofler]

he he I wake up very early to write too need the silence and the stirrings always seem most palpable in that fog:) thats the time i actually write but im authoring most of the other times of the day save for angst annoyance and rearranging my material possessions. You have a wonderfully clever mind Mr Dah! keep those eyes in the skies you poor b*****d

[DAH]

Ah, the rise early and write club. Nice to meet another member. Thank you, Robert, for these kind words.

[Ted Kniffen]

DAH, this is rather exceptional...your notebook does not respond to a quick peek and your ideas are lying there bleeding and indecipherable to anyone but you.
Still, it's up before first light...before the family has brought it's commotion to shatter the quiet..all the while your head is throbbing...your sinuses have turned your mind into that 'old basement damp and dripping', and the only thing you can do that requires no thinking is to find a yard sale.

What a fine start to a day.

[DAH]

I'm happy to read how this one resonates for you.

Thank you, Ted!

[Pete]

yes, great metaphors. sometimes a little spring cleaning is the recipe. out with the cluttering old and in with a new breath of fresh air. that old stuff is just taking up needed space anyway. most of us hate doing it or even going there but an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of medicine as they say and you remind us. you can't put a price on sanity & peace of mind or should i say 'piece' of mind ... :)

[DAH]

Pete, I'm honored by your words, your visit. Thank you!