"saccadic" poems
Sonder through suburbia,
Distort reflections in the glass,
Slow the frame rate on the film,
Saccadic masking, bridge the gap.
Focus closer, narrowing aperture
See cerulean wondering past
Heart murmur, tempo change
The choreographer sits back.
Rigor mortis sit's deep behind
A clock-tower's frozen hands
Obscured, in the clouds above
A backdrop of smog and ash.
First printed, never copied
Light swamps the negative.
Lucidity - luxury of the present
Rarely present in the past.
As the hanging shadow lifts
The clock-face remains steadfast
Witness hands skip a beat,
Background characters advance.
Step after step, strangers move along;
Each vivid moment lost in sepia
But she, the blue eyed girl glances
Back at you, frozen, stiff, aghast.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 8:50 AM UTC
I sat at the patio
seeing that portrait of a women facing ocean
discovering unsoundness of my imagination
as a saccadic thunder blazed
opening the eye of sky
as the clouds liberated first rain drops
which kissed inglorious mud
filling the air with intoxication
of romantic vapors.
Chained by the lust of intolerable fragrance
i crept along with those winds
near to the parapet as lazily as a drugged snail!
Tantalizing my dreams
a heavy wind with some dew
blew on to my face
as my lips raised in a sarcastic passion
conveying its reason to live.
Humanity overflown from my heart
as the innovative part of my brain
continued to search for the irrational logic of my smile.
Jul 11, 2010
Jul 11, 2010 at 3:59 AM UTC
a milky vessel
an open wound on a timeline of unspoken truths
a memory
distant yet so **** close i can feel it and i can feel you
an entity
do you pass by this life into parallel universes looking for pieces to put us together again (i would)
are you real or just my perception
perplexed by such embodiment of perfection in one human being
definitely an entity; entwined with milky vessels cascading back and forth to me
passing by through a wormhole
i catch glimpses
saccadic masking, too much blinking
i might miss it i might miss you i miss you
if you put the pieces together again perceive me
i'll appear all around you like a deity
matter and energy
the milky vessels of your veins run from your body through mine, keeping my heart beating
stay
stay in this reality and we will rebuild our pieces
and that's the beauty of energy, my darling
they were never truly lost
Sep 19, 2016
Sep 19, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
You touched me,
fuckkkkkk,
and I could feel my insides uncurl,
long forgotten what this felt like.
****** blush on my cheeks,
while your lips covered,
the parts of me that would be my u n d o i n g.
Gasps and grasping at something immobile,
while you sent me soaring
with your oral dexterity.
Only whimpers, breathing rushed,
what is my name again?
So close to the heavens, you're my super nova,
r
e
v
taking me o the moon.
Gimme, gimme, headspace so intense.
Harder, faster, take me there.
Coming in with sparks and the day's
worries just shatter, forgotten.
Sated, saccadic, sanative.
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
meteors and wishes galore
just one more, no one more.
on anticipatory guard
eyes dart in saccadic movement
panoramic view of just a sliver
of the most expansive expanse,
universe at a glance
finger points there
purple raging fire flying
swift and smooth,
fleeting but forever
with an afterglow,
trail of smoky gold
shooting stars are scars
and remember that
scars are stories
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 5:57 PM UTC