"unsighed" poems
I will look with unglazed eyes
onto this nebulous existence
and I won’t hesitate to cut it
with a knife, unsympathetic to those
who would hinder or impede me.
They are not my life, I am my life.
I cannot imagine not turning over
every last effulgent piece of
this Earth, and so I will
not leave one drink undrunk,
one feeling unfelt, one sigh
unsighed. I will take what this world has
by force; I am here but once, so do not
stop me, block me, weather me in,
it will fail. I am an intransigent
being, uncompromising in my need,
unforgiving in my ways, strident in
my demands. Like a preservative,
feral mother I won’t let the one
I love become victim to famishment,
and I am my child today.
Feb 2, 2013
Feb 2, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC