like bathing, all of this waiting
stillness, silence
a pin submerged in water
or a wide-eyed boy scanning the sidewalks for his father
groping the dark
an abstract art
the effortlessness in the breaking of this vase
fine wrinkles in its maker’s hands, deep creases in his face
his pain disintegrates
a million pieces on linoleum
that beautiful vase.
silence,
golden
then suddenly
broken
becoming a chorus
of chaos and moaning
this waiting,
this hayride
my swollen balloon
it’s lifetime is numbered
in pieces of you.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
like bathing, all of this waiting
stillness, silence
a pin submerged in water
or a wide-eyed boy scanning the sidewalks for his father
groping the dark
an abstract art
the effortlessness in the breaking of this vase
fine wrinkles in its maker’s hands, deep creases in his face
his pain disintegrates
a million pieces on linoleum
that beautiful vase.
silence,
golden
then suddenly
broken
becoming a chorus
of chaos and moaning
this waiting,
this hayride
my swollen balloon
it’s lifetime is numbered
in pieces of you.
