Habit

 

Refrain not the habit, the mere alarm clock

Addressing the deliriums of the day

 

…Age down with the beat of a drum

Its taste grows lonely

The impotence of the heart

Mere vessels of flesh, sung

 

Rhythms of angels sang Muddy Waters

Refraining from tap water, not holy enough

 

…Out of this taste brought Unique

The Tongues of different voices

Yes, the African ancestral mask on the wall

And there I stood on hillside of the university

Acknowledging my individuality.

 

The inscription on your arm

A birthright to the gods

Don’t you see it in the Living Section?

It’s right there in front of you!

It says Gemini

 

The birds were twinkling there midnight

Before a long overdue morning,

And waited this long to take me

To the reigns of sleep

 

Looking sideways

As I lay yawning

Head horizontal

The sun is bleeding through the blinds

And says, “Hello”

 

 

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

I love the last line - the sun is bleeding through the blinds...what a powerful image that is.

"Rhythms of angels sang Muddy Waters
Refraining from tap water, not holy enough

�Out of this taste brought Unique
The Tongues of different voices
Yes, the African ancestral mask on the wall
And there I stood on hillside of the university
Acknowledging my individuality."

I love the play on words and thought of Muddy Waters and holy water...that was also humorous too...a bit of tongue in cheek.