The Leidenfrost Effect

It is not impossible to put together broken glass

(though, you never can fix a broken mirror)

Tortured pictures of nonlinear haggard faces

That is what's shined into these eyes

Walking away from the mirror, I pause

Thinking of broken glass, broken memories

Put back together

         Tortured back into place

Torturing and distorting

A dead and gone meaning

          Tortured back into place

 

Deep wells full of frigid thoughts

Razor claws on writhing bodies

         Making themselves known

Bubbling ice liquids, dense, everywhere

         Liquid abandonment

         Gaseous despair

         Solid disappointment

My mind in transition

Looking for anything like home

Looking so long it's clouding my eyes

Walking so far it's stopping to hurt

Feeling out of place, a living contradiction

Like a scientologist posing as a scientist

Like a white man on a long walk from a red ghetto

An old thing that may have never made sense

 

Still distorted, tortured, remembering broken mirrors

Feelings of home still warm across great distances

Wanting to touch me, I want to be touched

But it is never to be

So I must pretend the feeling's away

Into troubled meaning into troubled thinking

Into troubled living. . .

 

Darkness, my new home is the darkness

Violently flattened, evaporated by the light

And the warmth, only getting so close…

But never to touch

 

My old home repels me; threatens to boil me

I have now gone too far into the darkness

Stayed too long out in the cold

Looked too close into my broken mirror

The difference too great now

From what was the old

 

Reviews

[Arya]

Very intense and deep poem, it make me feel, though I m not completely able to catch the essence of the poem. But great ending bringing out the Leidenfrost effect!