Why...How...When...

swimming on the butterfly's wings

I cannot be okay

when I don't have

the room to breathe

in the misery, the lonliness

 

Im floating above the bleak

tears that refuse to fall

 

No. I take that back

 

They fell. They fell,

bounced, slid, off these

cheeks in the midst

of a Jeff Buckley can I

get a "Hallelujah"

before I reach the bottom

of the bottle thats been

my best friend for the better

part of four hours

 

Thats not the point

I need to feel it

(in nomine Patris et

fillii et Spiritus Sancti)

for whatever reason

there is to give myself

 

I need the room

to breathe

I need to clear the air

in my clogged up head

and I wouldnt mind

taking a dive into

the inviting waves

of forgetfulness

Reviews

[Narnie]

My oh my. That stanza that begins 'They fell' can you see how brilliant that is? It LITERALLY spirals as you read it like a curlicu (to borrow one of you know who's words) before the tapering strand at the end. It is beautiful. Don't get me wrong the rest of the poem is artistry (especially the spiritus sancti as well - makes people sit up) but that stanza is just a completely wow moment. Forgetfulness is so much better when it's clouded with something other than alcohol. I understand. Really I do. Damn, you're a fine poet. (typo fourth line - lon*e*liness)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

They fell. They fell,
bounced, slid, off these
cheeks in the midst
of a Jeff Buckley can I
get a "Hallelujah"
before I reach the bottom
of the bottle thats been
my best friend for the better
part of four hours


I just love that verse despite it's deep cry of loneliness, you really know how to express your emotions of any kind with intellectual creativity. Simply astounding.

[cest la vie]

My sentiments of late..

beautifully written even though it is rife with heartache..
WE need to breath and clear our eyes..
well done here :-)