Words are free particles
Bound to thoughts that have matter.
--------------------
Thoughts are the free particles
Bound to words that
matter.

we are all
in prisons
trapped in
shadow - light
we draw back
the blinds
to find
our bars of
neon night

faces in the window
garish grimace smiles
like baboons we posture
with sophistry & guile

a spurious show of bravery
empurpled & enraged
we choose our words
of bluster
and clang cups
on our

cage


SøułSurvivør
(C) 7/19/2017

Arrhythmia is…
Wondering if next time your heart skips two beats in a row. (translating into “don’t hold your breath for a 3rd one, they just cancelled that show)
Feeling the (ribcage) prisoner starting riots with potential fatalities
Seeing your time so far as “oh well I’ve had a good run, though;
not hall of fame worthy but still, got decades in tow”
Forgetting all about poetry.
Re-syncing your breathing.
Feeling pathetic.
Not missing anything.
Wanting control.
My heart doesn’t love me enough
Despite the fact that I love you all.