#parallax
practicing mental gymnastics
insipid memories
seeping their way past
defensive buffers
remembering repressed poisons
as a catalyst for making
wiser decisions
lackadaisical reactions to
sharply defined parallaxes
warrant an immediate shift
fractal spectacles
the labyrinth of my innards
inhale the cosmological smoke of suggestion
words become meaningless
when repeated exhaustively
semantic satiation
slicing away at true intentions
paving the way to
false inventiveness
shallow river beds are loud
prouder than their counterparts
insecurity overshadows
a lack of faith in the faint of heart
everything worthwhile
falls apart
Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 1:38 AM UTC
No. 1
there is a pane of glass
which now occupies the air between us
an indifferent arrow has flown through it
leaving a web of cracks
for which I am trapped
reaching for you
No. 2
the light you bend reaches across room
the same distance travels your voice
it makes me a ghost not to touch you with all that I am
exhaling wanting in your direction
as stars are brought down over head
by the weight of unfulfilled wishes
No. 3
victim to a whisper
pious to an echo
tomorrow I'll be swallowed
I didn't even need a name
lost and unwanted things are entitled
to each other so long as they don't hide
no. 4
it's an open hand
it's a broken window
it's a perpetually naive sky
it's off beat but we're out of line
and I'm waiting for you
one hundred percent of the time
no. 5
out of context
misshapened in parallax
past my expiration date
but you looked at me in a way that dared both of us to exist
when all this is dust
the loudest we'll ever get to be is a secret
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 4:08 AM UTC
Come close to me, unsettled soft in our lands
Parallaxed anew we shift the changing sands
Astronomically you move us different angles
Your position changes in twists torrid tangles
Feel what becomes in us scenes we live again
Take me in a vantage point turns to us we sin
Here one day gone the next a variegated soul
Lay with me you exposed on a country knole
Our mornings the same room, thought, quiet,
Unearth my wet days of seeing slow to dry it,
Kiss the starry moon on the West of our ways
Hold me in the difference view me in a graze,
I'll take a chance long adumbrations in us call
Turn your laze upon me carry me in your fall.
May 15
May 15, 2026 at 7:20 AM UTC