Self-Reflection

 

: Amazing to me :

to stand vainly balancing the tumbles against a sharp drop

down.

telling myself safety first as I skip skip to the loo -nie bin

 

my darling

not a [careful] thought in the world.

 

No need

to pick up the pieces.

they only lay broken

crushed taking the salt of the earth

to pound out the sense.

 

 

 

See - I could tell you what it’s like

to keep picking me from around the jagged rocks –

tearing my skin, breaking my fingered resolve.

 

- I could tell you

how easy it is to fall back on these principles

to line my shoes

keep in gloves

so’s I don’t freeze myself out.

 

- I could tell you –

of icy hot sensations against gangrenous flesh

I’m falling off in chunks

about the frost bitten truth.

 

I could.

 

 

 

? What would be the use ? you tell me?

 

Would I be hoping for a helping hand?

Would I be hoping for a voice of reason?

 

Counsel me - lean forward

addressing me straight jacketed self

allowing hands to fall in a gestures of trust,

cradling an invisible self falling out head first

 

If I look closely I can see your mental perineum torn and bloody as mine.

you’ve heaped messed handfuls

up in the closet out of sight -

 

 

! I’m out of my mind !

- I could tell you –

 

but you already know you’re no different than me;

you peel away a layer each year

becoming smaller

less defined shrinking –

 

muttering around a mouthful of s**t; Cum one, cum all and don’t forget to bring the kiddies – watching filled with glowing lack lustered wonder.

Reviews

[Wildecat]

Definitely an interesting way to write a poem, kind of reminded me of playing hide and seek darting to and fro, I liked this it was different.