Day: January 25, 2010

In Waking

poetry

Lurch for dispersing clouds
Clutching insufferably at comfort
Or was it fear?
Trickling to archives of unconscious
Never to be seen until…
Palpitation.
Palpitation.
Palpitation.
Don’t go. Come back.
I’m tethered.
It’s warm here.
Don’t be afraid.
The shadow is shaking
Or a vapor still hanging
Onto to something that was there
I’d write every word down
A masterpiece. An opus.
But it’s all gone.

just under nine minutes to go

poetry

until windows update
overtakes everything,
crashing this;
crashing that;
tearing everything apart
with its awesome power
and the majestic way
that it closes programs,
completely on its own,
maybe asking;
maybe not;
depends on its mood.
and all that’s left
for me to do
is acquiesce,
because there is no questioning
and there is no disagreeing
once the update has began.

But it tastes so sweet

poetry

There is death in that water
I can smell it.
It reeks its odorous presence
through to my soul and there it
sits,

grabs hold,
just around the thinner parts
that aren’t so staunch
against the
creeping
terrors all about

Questions.
What if
questions are just
questions, nothing
more? but soon the
questions turn to
worries turn to
terror turns to
I-can’t leave-the-
house-any-more

But those are just the
little parts,
so I still drink that water.

And here I sit
breathing death
with every waking
instant