Awkwardly I amA Poem by Martin LochnerBlaga Todorova- Sometimes just the fact that we are alive, awkwardly or most naturally in our skin, is the best of it allawkwardly I am living in my flesh being very clever between blunt stones and the glaring sun I affirm something that already exists.
absurdity, self realization? projecting that reality away from its source: ME
gaping vaginal birth and the two smudges heaven and earth exhaling and dripping
don’t get clever with me it’s the wind rattling the roof rain coming from a hole through the gutter
thinking the Avatar came hoping that your porcelain god Would breathe more life into your LIFE
awkwardly i am living cured and matured sepia sagging flesh sitting on blunt stones i take in the heat and the sun
Knowing i am alive Knowing others died my fate is sealed
i smile
It’s ok © 2011 Martin Lochner |
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Added on October 5, 2011 Last Updated on October 5, 2011 AuthorMartin LochnerCape Town, CO, South AfricaAboutI am South African and currently stay in South Africa.Raised in a railway community with low expectations I somehow reinvented myself and had a bitter struggle to fight for my hard earned individualis.. more..Writing
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