My body has taken on a life
Of its own –
It keeps a motley crew
At beck and call, its many moons,
They rise and fall
In orbit, attending to
Its whims and fancies
(Or maybe lack thereof).
The attendees, they wax and wane
With furrowed brows and second glances.
And yet hindsight magnifies
The margin,
Mends these cool, amnesic distances -
And there I scoff, detach,
And the thing itself seems laughably small
And inconsequential.
Sep 28, 2012
Sep 28, 2012 at 5:35 PM UTC
My body has taken on a life
Of its own –
It keeps a motley crew
At beck and call, its many moons,
They rise and fall
In orbit, attending to
Its whims and fancies
(Or maybe lack thereof).
The attendees, they wax and wane
With furrowed brows and second glances.
And yet hindsight magnifies
The margin,
Mends these cool, amnesic distances -
And there I scoff, detach,
And the thing itself seems laughably small
And inconsequential.
