a state of rest or balance due to the equal action of opposing forces
it's supposed to make [you] feel balanced,
they say
give [you] peace,
they say
instead,
it throws [you] 'round like a rag doll
and [you] say what is peace?
it sounds lovely
and she tells [you]
to lay down [your] weapons
?
[you] don't
know
if
[you]
can
or should
or will
but [you] do know
that [you] are,
as they say
a vessel
between two places
[you've] never been
Friday, September 17, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
A memory I prefer to keep:
[One from the archives that never made it out... I wonder if J will remember this day like I do...]
Caricatures.
Costumes.
The Baron and the Ghost.
Golden glows and hushed conversations.
Blackberry hookah stains the back of my throat with its flavor & fire.
Sangria.
Open minds.
Exploratory banter.
Wonderings about wanderings.
Questions without answers.
Pondering perplexedness.
Brief moments of clarity amidst profuse moments of obscurity.
Tattoos and bells.
The click-clack of my heels hitting the pavement, grounding me.
The city is muted on this Wednesday night.
I am muted on this Wednesday night.
Caricatures.
Costumes.
The Baron and the Ghost.
Golden glows and hushed conversations.
Blackberry hookah stains the back of my throat with its flavor & fire.
Sangria.
Open minds.
Exploratory banter.
Wonderings about wanderings.
Questions without answers.
Pondering perplexedness.
Brief moments of clarity amidst profuse moments of obscurity.
Tattoos and bells.
The click-clack of my heels hitting the pavement, grounding me.
The city is muted on this Wednesday night.
I am muted on this Wednesday night.
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