Static still void slowly
Reveals through blurred
Lines and smeared paints
The figure of love or some-
Thing familiar enough. I sit
Suspended between two
Languages, indebted to
Different philosophies, and
At any given time I find
Teeth loosed from my mouth
As they are ripped out; sour
Taste of an omen ever
Present on my taste buds,
Ever scraping my knee
Caps as I fall to them
In some rapture, I bleed
My youth on dusk bathed
Blacktop of the school
Yard. I see towering womanly
Love, a monument to shake
Foundation, almost completely
Out of view, piercing overcast
Skies, yet not taking any
Clouds with it. I sit on ornate
Carpets of kebabs & half
Filled tea cups, stomach
Deep in some obscure
Fear of my desires. The dog
That loves me most of all
Is never allowed inside
The house. He sits valiantly
Outside, chained to a
Watermelon tree. Heavy
Heavy things all around me,
All things light and
Soft, even in sleep stasis
Feel ever as ever
Out of reach; beyond even
The scope of my dreams.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 9:50 PM UTC
Static still void slowly
Reveals through blurred
Lines and smeared paints
The figure of love or some-
Thing familiar enough. I sit
Suspended between two
Languages, indebted to
Different philosophies, and
At any given time I find
Teeth loosed from my mouth
As they are ripped out; sour
Taste of an omen ever
Present on my taste buds,
Ever scraping my knee
Caps as I fall to them
In some rapture, I bleed
My youth on dusk bathed
Blacktop of the school
Yard. I see towering womanly
Love, a monument to shake
Foundation, almost completely
Out of view, piercing overcast
Skies, yet not taking any
Clouds with it. I sit on ornate
Carpets of kebabs & half
Filled tea cups, stomach
Deep in some obscure
Fear of my desires. The dog
That loves me most of all
Is never allowed inside
The house. He sits valiantly
Outside, chained to a
Watermelon tree. Heavy
Heavy things all around me,
All things light and
Soft, even in sleep stasis
Feel ever as ever
Out of reach; beyond even
The scope of my dreams.
Some more rough experimentation with surrealism; trying to explore moments of my childhood as a dream.
See "Empire of Dreams" by Charles Simic.
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