Aug 2015
I woke up in the middle of the night,
and realized that I am more free than I have ever been in my life.
Yet,
All I want to do
is show up on your doorstep--
perhaps in one of those rainstorms you love so much better than me--
and beg you to strip the gold leaf from the bars,
because this cage I’ve built of one-way fantasies
is still better than sleeping alone,
and the gilding is all I have to offer
that could possibly compare with the brilliance of her sun.
and realized that I am more free than I have ever been in my life.
Yet,
All I want to do
is show up on your doorstep--
perhaps in one of those rainstorms you love so much better than me--
and beg you to strip the gold leaf from the bars,
because this cage I’ve built of one-way fantasies
is still better than sleeping alone,
and the gilding is all I have to offer
that could possibly compare with the brilliance of her sun.
August 24, 2015
I just finished reading the book of poetry Mouthful of Forevers, by Clementine Von Radics. Her work always makes me feel some sort of way, cutting through all the flowery little thoughts to the unpretty-ness of it all, that which is actually beautiful for being nothing but the truth.
I just finished reading the book of poetry Mouthful of Forevers, by Clementine Von Radics. Her work always makes me feel some sort of way, cutting through all the flowery little thoughts to the unpretty-ness of it all, that which is actually beautiful for being nothing but the truth.
