Block By Block

Block By Block

A Poem by Scott Lee

I stand before YOU
smothered
clanks and clangs ring out
my mind hits your wall

I
drop
down

splintered

fractured

my hand

seeks a pen

it bursts

I lie silent

in a crumbling coliseum

waiting for battle

stones

c
 o
 l
  l
a
  p
s
   e


they
fall
on
my

d
   r
 e
a
 m
s

I crawl

inching toward safety

hard rain unleashes down

fat drops in my mouth

I could drown here.


Centurions begin to march from nowhere

and lash me
black whips on my back

dark blood feeds the sand
and makes abstract art

I dream fields of lavender and poppies

people start to crowd in
the coliseum erupts in cheers

my thoughts become a lasso
around my neck

my protest is a savage scream
that turns cheers to silence

my hand seeks another pen

severe as colitis
I slowly dive in

doubtful
hesitant
tortured
drowning

block by block

stones

c
 o
 l 
   l
 a
   p 
     s
  e

I locate a topic
my locomotive moves
sluggish, tired, groaning at first
it catches speed

my tormenters leave the building

long suffering opens the latch

at last

my longing is set loose
on an open range
finding nothing
it returns

starving,

haggard

and

unfilfilled

my voyage travels
soft as praying mantis legs
on a leaf
in
the
lonely
night

inching through the boonies

solitude, a parhelic circle
shining for no one to see
time moves with celerity
more and more
out of grasp
but absorbed in it still

my instincts turn primal
thoughts like a predator
searching his options for prey

I will sit for years on this branch
waiting for this hunger to die

I have crawled from primordial soup
just to express this unnamed desire
for what?

to escape the primrose path
to head forlorn into destiny's sharp horizon
to produce procryptic beauty
to smash through wild jungle
to bloom in fields of color
to dance in progressive rollicking festivals of screaming wild freedom

O' why do I search the cellars for new and constant angles of this ridge?

What cruel or righteous angel is to blame?

Cut me down here and now
to
end this futile search
but No
I will claw and crawl
through sweaty wilds
to stamp this sealed desire

my quest
a bloody unseen battle a slow crawl crusading thru starving pages

 a fast drop burning from all that rages

  a vision of truth and creation attempting to become a star

 a distant quasar longing to be known
light me up
and show me the true
POWER OF IT ALL!!!




© 2013 Scott Lee


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Added on January 9, 2013
Last Updated on August 16, 2013

Author

Scott Lee
Scott Lee

Ashland, OR



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