Oct 2012
Close your eyes. Visualize, go ahead give it a try. Visualize yourself. Breathe, In. Out.
Visualize you.
Tall dark long small green eyes bright white supersize. Old fresh flower petal wilted skies lights cracked seeping through black. Rotting cells, bells and whistles Christmas lights stuffed in a jar the door closing quick tears cheeks red lips opening saying please just be here it’s only on the inside. Beat, a ***-chick-babum-*** underneath these…what?
This ease, disease, breeze these we’s, this ease, this breeze over me…is me? Is me. Disease. Broken locks breaking trying bobby pins ticking clocks in my ears louder, louder, won’t stop, can’t stop, won’t let it. Wont’ stop thinking, life. What about life? Inside, tissues dying, outside skin is drying brittle thin letting words in piercing holes deep in my veins. What’s a smile?
Spinning webs of desire to thick to break through wanting, wanting everything needing feeling needles in my skin each cell a pinprick, feel sick, want to scream, Want To Scream, WANT TO SCREAM.
Breathe, In. Out.
Spiral, spiral black grey spots sitting on the edge. Hands grabbing wildly, fingers reaching, frightened faces everywhere I look, I sit next to them each day in this room, so tired, can’t find the end, where’s the end. I’m at the beginning. Not alone. Not alone. Not alone, are we.
Open your eyes.
Visualize you.
Tall dark long small green eyes bright white supersize. Old fresh flower petal wilted skies lights cracked seeping through black. Rotting cells, bells and whistles Christmas lights stuffed in a jar the door closing quick tears cheeks red lips opening saying please just be here it’s only on the inside. Beat, a ***-chick-babum-*** underneath these…what?
This ease, disease, breeze these we’s, this ease, this breeze over me…is me? Is me. Disease. Broken locks breaking trying bobby pins ticking clocks in my ears louder, louder, won’t stop, can’t stop, won’t let it. Wont’ stop thinking, life. What about life? Inside, tissues dying, outside skin is drying brittle thin letting words in piercing holes deep in my veins. What’s a smile?
Spinning webs of desire to thick to break through wanting, wanting everything needing feeling needles in my skin each cell a pinprick, feel sick, want to scream, Want To Scream, WANT TO SCREAM.
Breathe, In. Out.
Spiral, spiral black grey spots sitting on the edge. Hands grabbing wildly, fingers reaching, frightened faces everywhere I look, I sit next to them each day in this room, so tired, can’t find the end, where’s the end. I’m at the beginning. Not alone. Not alone. Not alone, are we.
Open your eyes.
This poem is desired to be performed vocally, but the text of it still manifests the idea behind the piece.
