jueves, 21 de abril de 2011

Just a tiny drop

I love it when you feed me 

oranges in the rain 

he said

I love the pitter patter

beating on my head

A flutter

chilled shudder

of something other

than TRUTH

an entourage of emotion

accompanies the mother-ship

w/o a clue from few and between

the rush has begun

filling my senses like

a thousand little thistles tickling

the innards of my nose

like a sneeze

I burst in tears

it’s silly i know

i laugh

i explain

analyze, complain

where truth of oneself 

the most difficult to name

admittance a 

dangerous game

I seek to know the tale behind those wandering eyes

the cross

the stare

the blink

left now right 



a point

to stop

where clarity clears

I accept my tears

as a storm at high tide

a wave of emotion

crashing on shore

pulling back to the origin of Life,

my center, my core

leaving salted speckles of me 

along the way


Taking in
the static
of stillness.

Silence, slipping
I, wonder

Wishing for someone other
something somewhere
far and near.
Wanting all and nothing
at once

the metaphor
an attempt to deliver esoteric exaggeration
among the tangible,
unseen among the seen
extending and folding,
empowered powerlessness

the jellyfish who floats
taking in the rays of the sun at the surface of oceans,
tumbled by the touch of unconscious humanness,
succumbing to its one and only defense,
to sting.

I am nothing I dreamt of being and yet
everything I could ever ask for.
This dream all I have to escape
a reality one can hardly claim as real.

Softness, stiffening
the mold of a sponge
no longer fit to soak in
the filth of what it was designed to clean
to clear,
is still a sponge.