Unlocked.
trouble
looming like a monolith
will outlast us all
that feeling grows
in my stomach
when I see you
or even think about you
you’ve damaged me
prehistorically
looking into a post modern
steel future
you don’t exist
except for strange
steel structures
nobody remembers the significance
but I know
they were your hubris
he tasted of stale beer
sweet cigars
cheap lipstick
he was part of the throwaway culture
but she had picked him up
placed him in her shopping cart
she wanted to preserve the tack
put intransigence in bronze
she wore polyester proudly
strutted her trophy
throughout smoky lounges
he let himself be captured
she smelled like vanilla
Juicy Fruit gum
and his cigars
she let herself be captured
not sure at this moment
which part was real
and which part was a dream
I just know your warmth flooded me
and you were delicious
wintry blast
smacks you in the face
waking while walking
looking for life
finding absence of color
stark angles
jagged turns
echo thoughts askew
cold, still violence
rampant in the doldrums
limbs frozen in a breath
not dead but dorman
wanting to find a way out
it seems like magic swirling around
sometimes consuming
more than I intended
glimpses escaped over the years
stories to tell
but not until recently
did I give myself leave to speak
now I can’t shut up
veering wildly across platforms
no compass
feeling very gonzo writing with no edits
letting the freak flag unfurl
wondering where I’m headed
today, this moment, I’m questioning why
that’s not a good sign
usually I stop dancing with abandon
and abandon the dance to think
and I’m not tired yet
I want to let go
The Word Rummager 