to what do i owe the honour

unfinished

in this strange place, this wake-coma-walk

state, leave bed unmade guitar silent, phone

on vibrate; two cardinals flirting on the fence

who repents anymore?

 

constantly reading billy collins' morning

find standing at closed refridgerator for hours

mind in jitters forgot body isn't sustained by coffee

vitamins,

blinking isn't sleep

the rain doesn't fall

it collapses

rain doesn't fall

it leaps.

 

tied to the wagon as to not topple

when over this ragged road it dips into potholes

.

 

 

Reviews

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~ this seems like it's about that feeling of feeling silenced... and inner chaos... that pause in time when life ceases to thrive like it used to... ~ perhaps this is about the place where we are when we are about to meet with transformation... maybe permanent transformation... triggered by pain... but leading us towards greater clarity of thought... ~ just my thoughts after reading this beautiful and moving piece of poetry...