Tonight

9:10 AM flashesofgold 0 Comments

Late night writing is becoming a favorite pastime of mine.



I.
I held you in my hands tonight like
A woman to her pearls on a sinking ship

II.
I felt you in my arms tonight
Like the lukewarm of fading spots of light
The precision of blocks and dangling lines
Like the sickly moonlit limelight
Taking sharp bites like teeth on stark white walls

III.
I sensed you in my eyes tonight
Like plucking of eyelashes like
Making dumb wishes like
Uneven breaths letting them go
Fleeting eyelashes in the night

IV.
I sketched you on my face tonight
My two fingers striking a pulse
And I risked two lines with myself involved
And I dug those rings in the dark of my eyes
And I felt them burn like forest fires

V.
I mistook you in my head tonight
Unthreading the threads of my petty brain
And stitching it for your sweatery refrain
You took me hostage tonight and it was
Biting teeth on stark white walls
Tearing teeth and I felt so small

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Firecracker evenings

10:13 AM flashesofgold 0 Comments


Another insomniac rant from yours truly....


It is one of those evenings
A firecracker evening
When each strand of your hair
Is ablaze all around you
And the dynamite fizzle
Converges at your head
And you feel so nauseous
And dizzy
And limbless
And the world outside
Is splayed out like
Peacock feathers
Of vigorous pinks and teals
And each step perpetuates
Kaleidoscope echoes
All the way to the
Lucy in the sky with
The rain that glitters down like
Droplets of ink
And it gathers into a story
Of the night you learned air
And love
And touch
And you play connect the dots
On a blank white wall
And with the freckles on your skin
All the way to the
Distant hot moon where the
Limbless and dizzy
See the Earth ablaze.

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Sleep

1:42 AM flashesofgold 0 Comments

I can't sleep.
I can kind of write.


Sleep can mean a number of things
A peaceful resignation from the world
A slight dimming of the ticking time bomb
A child’s prayer for something irrational
A lover’s wish for someone better
A painful misunderstanding of reality
A lively interpretation of several long breaths
A reincarnation of friends forgotten
An artful articulation of the future in the brain
A fanciful pleasure of a kaleidoscope
A state in which you rest
A resting position in which you live
A frightened sprint away from time
A living proof of life and death
A dying breath to the living dead
A deadly wish to live life in a lively fashion
Sleep can mean a number of restless bones.

Goodnight.

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