"No time to stare at you right now."
No space for eyes, no room to look.
Cannot glance up.
Eyes drag themselves across the book...
I saw that somewhere else before.
That movement, creeping on the line.
Stumble and
backstep.
Ir-
rhythmic heart beat'
s anesthetic sign...
Remembered. Ant that crossed the rug.
Frustration, male and angry haste.
Crushed but not killed.
I watched it crawl across the carpet's waste...
Frustration is a bumpy word
To crawl across, at best of times.
I stopped its agony unheard.
Cream polyester.
Black punctation dot to end the lines.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
6 comments:
"Frustration is a bumpy word
To crawl across, at best of times." That's great... as well as the whole last stanza... need to read this some more..
I miss you Aloysious.
I'm still here, Cricket. :)
This is wonderful.
Thanks for your comment, too. Hadn't thought of it that way. Always glad to have people teach me that a poem is trying to teach me something I hadn't noticed.
That's very clever stuff. Impressive writing.
haha just a fake comment. btw, you cant just change your pic and pretend that you posted or something :P
Post a Comment