Write Between the Eyes

Insight into my process of writing a poem, not the whole story but pieces of it

Unsettling music

Underneath the skin

Scratched

Until it is ripped open

Bursting

Now

Eating through the ear

Ceaseless movements start

Bringing hips

Round and round

Bending knees

Up and down

Performing

On the blank sand

Striking form

In the canvas

Of chopped earth

Granular

Separate

Sweat to bind them

A spell is spoken

Twisted

Into a wooden dagger

Plunged

Into the living

Splintered within

Leaking symphonies

Round the hilt

Old sharp wooden pins

Tweaking when posture

Is sluggish

Freckled features 

Make for good

Traceable stories

Which you can bring back

To a point in time

And declare that moment

Magic

Yet the quiet is disorienting

Unfamiliar space

Full in future

Existing

As a folded work of art

Not present in past

Too compact to be seen

In the present

What makes you unravel

Sopping wet feet

Slapping concrete

Marking linear

The uncontained melody

In all this dripping

Building up

Colored currents

Wiggling fingers

Coaxing

To manipulate shapes

Of white hot power and

Push them

At cool plains

To make

Soaking wet passionate pleas

For understanding

Recognition

Inspirational

Spellbound shelved fantasies

Pulled down

By hurled sticky entrails

From sacrificed tissue 

Of the gods

Between the eyes

Of man