Alterations

I wrote this when everything was changing, and no one had the same relationship with anyone else as before.

Let's call a truce

And stop this poisonous love

From trickling any more radiation

Into already spastic hands.

We used to be standing on something solid,

Platonic,

But that crumbled and we all fell

Into a void

Where nothing is held by gravity.

Tell me, how are you enjoying the anarchy

Which used to be nothing more

Than a patch on your sleeve, or bad,

Or duct-taped to your shoe?

When there is nothing, something, everything

How do we choose one form for the infinate to take?

Let's paint a sky and build an earth

So we have something to stand on when we say

"I don't know"

Reviews

[TL Boehm]

those first lines especially are the epitome of caustic relationships. Well written, profound poetry.