The soul longs for it's song to be screamed out loud and for us to be proud of our beingness. It's us It's always us forever directly connected through consciousness despite confusion contaminating the centuries the Cosmos has always cared for us always and shall forever.
You gently slip from behind gray mirrors, smiling, you edge your way into my world, you see unadorned passing glimpses, sometimes catching me emotionally undressed, at my best, at my worst, while flowing freely, gathering yourself for each journey, come steal me away, even if for only a short while, let me drink from your radiance and sleep in your outstretched arms.
I wrote a short poem in a Chinese restaurant him passing over the brown bag of salted chips and nodding as if to say “being over-tired helps” She wrote herself in as the animal getting passed the glue strawberry candy-laces Constant set up but made a mistake and it took less than seven seconds She managed to swim through Lava Mines repeating in her head the secret “It was that film, wasn’t it? Bad Grandpa She said it after a while didn’t she, poom-tang-yar?” so they should have cheered the seal in Like a bag of Wotsits,...
Aural violence Aggressive noise Constant rumblings from lips Firing words of static Screeching sounds Need to slow it down Chattering airwaves never ending Tuning not adjustable No escape from the distortion A caustic assault on the brain Burning away what sanity there was It’s an unnecessary connection Give me the silence To reestablish understanding