Absent ColouredA Poem by Michael HandelAs of 8/26/08I am animal-like at times. The plug torn from the socket that rests in grave-like position on the floor by the wall, neath its previously plugged in greatness.
Yes that is what I am right.............now! I remove myself at times, most times, and chase feelings that I'm not even sure exist.
The violent dry-heave from the shattered depths in the mirrors reflection..... that is who I am right............now! If only human-parts could be disassembled and neatly wrapped, placed in individual boxes, and put away for further usage in a better time and place..... I'd consider that.
I'd consider you, and exploding in place, howling and dancing under half-moon lit skies where howls are really our secret inuendo and speak for our truest nature as carnal beasts, beasts like us.
In actuality, I'd miss our humanity, and our passions, and emotionally stripped lullabies of Autumn leaves that fall to our feet to guide our paths towards a goblin-like god-head's destiny....... ours........or something like that.
Yeah.......I kind of feel like dancing too, but only if it's black and white. I'm not up for straining through colors, babe!
© 2008 Michael HandelAuthor's Note
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Added on August 26, 2008Last Updated on August 26, 2008 AuthorMichael HandelPhiladelphia, PAAbout"my poems are only scratchings on the floor of a cage" -Charles Bukowski more..Writing
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