Two Waking Eyes

They miss nothing

And they do not flinch

A yarn ball pulses

In the center,

Unraveling

I lay open in between

Two waking eyes

Here is the conscious

Pigeonhole 

Through which I think

In damp cosmic clouds

And frothy auroras

The universe punctured

Holes in the sky and named them stars,

Punched holes,

In my face and named them eyes

I lay open and abstracted,

Between the bones

And the meat 

In suspension,

Two waking eyes

Two streams of thought,

A ventilator, a cavity

I lack the ability to interpret

At an instant captured between two waking

Eyes,

A room with zero gravity

And a mass of vacuum 

I stand somewhere

In the wind

On the border between 

Two walled flies,

A chakra

The Judas hole

Tabula rasa 

From behind the see-through veil

O! The scrutiny

Two 

Waking eyes

A photograph, a window

And a window,

I tiptoe on the blade 

Of a dagger

That cuts the land in half,

I tiptoe on the buffer zone

Higher on my toes

Lest the rising waters-

Active/Passive

Monologue 

In monochrome balance,

I speak in patterns

Embroidered onto the inside of my skull

A girl with no vagina

Her menstrual blood 

Floods her womb

And corrodes her insides

Why, yes.

Two waking 

No-vaginas

I am.

In spite of me

I ramble 

In spite of my,

Disinterest.

Some mornings it surfaces, 

Voyeuristically--

Brilliant in the twilight

From in between two 

Waking eyes

Reviews

[...]

excruciating
expression that transcends expression
i find it tough too
to cope with what i can see
and what i can tell
awareness is a curse sometimes
and one has to constantly talk oneself
into believing
that it's a blessing
it is if it triggers more awareness
so i'm glad i read this post
in an odd sort of way, i feel better

[Ms. Gruye]

You have displayed a great talent for unravelling in this piece. By which I mean, you did a great job of taking one image and transitioning that to a new idea. In particular, I like your style. You have a blunt vagueness that infiltrates my brain synapses. So after reading this one, I felt as if I had been smashed in the head by a cement block (I prefer poetry to have that effect rather than no effect at all). My favorite example would be:


I lay open and abstracted,
Between the bones
And the meat
In suspension,
Two waking eyes
Two streams of thought,
A ventilator, a cavity

I lack the ability to interpret

This reads like a confession and an admission. Viva la

[Kaliou]

i love this!

[shoaib]

well written verse, great work with this