i've the mien of a human,
alien among his own.
gross animal urges, brackish greengold flits, uncrushable surge; then,
demispoonfuls of Other emerge, light like photons
barely reaching, then lapping,
at my fatigued bare feet, toes curling up
in the sand of someone else's time.
i don't let people in,
because i
myself am
outside of me,
full of blocked ways,
full of rationalizations.
i am all hallways
without any room.
--- it's ******* weird, i know that.
i am not
altogether
normal.
i am out
there, but
still here.
please please, understand
this. it's key.
like, the other day..
while taking out the trash (that i pathologically neglect to do),
as i approached the dumpster,
that old-as-the-hills
tall, ornately carved double door glinted
into my space
- yet again -
out of nowhere;
made of an ancienter wood hailing from
a lost time and a lost space,
whose two adjacent hatch windows were lithely guarded
by some bizarre crisscross adamantine sentient metal -
this precise door, which
i have never been able to open up, let alone fully approach -
laughed and widened its grasp:
and, with a confusing series of heavy deadbolts
receding from its nook with a resonant boom,
the left door,
ajar,
beckoned my
being,
as i
am,
and i crossed its threshold
into a velvety grooved room, remembered again
as a toward flesh warm and sliprune.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 3:26 PM UTC
i've the mien of a human,
alien among his own.
gross animal urges, brackish greengold flits, uncrushable surge; then,
demispoonfuls of Other emerge, light like photons
barely reaching, then lapping,
at my fatigued bare feet, toes curling up
in the sand of someone else's time.
i don't let people in,
because i
myself am
outside of me,
full of blocked ways,
full of rationalizations.
i am all hallways
without any room.
--- it's ******* weird, i know that.
i am not
altogether
normal.
i am out
there, but
still here.
please please, understand
this. it's key.
like, the other day..
while taking out the trash (that i pathologically neglect to do),
as i approached the dumpster,
that old-as-the-hills
tall, ornately carved double door glinted
into my space
- yet again -
out of nowhere;
made of an ancienter wood hailing from
a lost time and a lost space,
whose two adjacent hatch windows were lithely guarded
by some bizarre crisscross adamantine sentient metal -
this precise door, which
i have never been able to open up, let alone fully approach -
laughed and widened its grasp:
and, with a confusing series of heavy deadbolts
receding from its nook with a resonant boom,
the left door,
ajar,
beckoned my
being,
as i
am,
and i crossed its threshold
into a velvety grooved room, remembered again
as a toward flesh warm and sliprune.
