Unlocked.
no need to keep eyes open
since I go by how it feels in the dark
distractions of line and contour
fade with the explosion of taste
seldom does sound have effect
except when wind brushes grasses
or rain slides down window panes
then bodies sigh with the elements
twelve miles or so – but it could have been days away
who can measure time or distance
when sheer depletion of thought, exhaustion of spirit
completely swallow existence
only sense and instinct propel, habit holds sway
your mind keeps a holding pattern
while your feet move by some unseen force
it is not bravery or intelligence
we are animals
it is instinct
survival
to stop and reflect
could mean drowning or being swept away by a wind storm
whatever demon element you allow
still waters may be deep but they are also deadly serious
the wind may cry but it can also be held
heroism is skipping stones and flying kites
that feeling
breathlessly
holding the corner of the page,
reading as fast as you can
because you can’t wait
to turn the page
to see what’s next
dawn:
there’s indeed shame in the wanting
though it seems just beyond me
baser instincts take hold
thrash me like a shark with prey
it’s my fault really
looking for absolution
on an idiots playground
dusk:
if I could just remember how I got here
I found something buried
am still dusting it off
whether it’s diamond or obsidian
it’s mine, for me
I’m very tempted to leave it buried
or at least carry the filthy burden
in my pocket
starburst seasons
aural tangents splayed
listen with your body
there are no holes to fall into
just spaces to rest
delivered messages
with unlocked pinions
crystal dissonance
laborious deciphering
without ruminating
fresh breezes float by
too soon it’s all gone
enclosed again in silence
The Word Rummager 