Mumble.A Poem by Juan Victor
Find these worked up muscles
obscured and bound by the work of their day. Wrapped in stiff and molecular strain. My body is beaten. Try hard, heart. Pump your blood to my body. I need the company. The company of my old self, my old happy self. Shy away from my consciousness unforgiving parasite. Agh. My vertical heaven is still a carriage away. I stir my head just to dizzy the dizziness. Go out! I find you abhorring. Go out! I'm frustrated. Leave me now. I am tired. They say that a jejune of a day brings food to the plate but my soul is hungry. Hungry for the palatable creativity of trees, oh trees, and sky, so blue. I see a dove fly by. I am so unnerving. Don't listen to me, self.
© 2012 Juan Victor
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