Heavy as feathers
The day blusters with menace
and unpredictability.
Stiff winds harbour malcontent
as storm clouds impose their dark mood.
The cold lingers
as Spring is held ransom
and Winters last gasps
give it the desperation of the condemned.
Footsteps slow and uncertain
a trail zig-zagging through extremes of experience.
Mud gathers on the soles,
anchoring lifes momentum to the present.
Wade through an atmosphere
thick with feeling
rushing to get nowhere in particular.
I run my fingers through the hours
of a day
fertile as freshly sprinkled fields.
I gravitate around my own confusion
like a moth blind to the light.
Notes of speech
sing promise of answers
sirens words flow
like the high peaks of orgasm.
My heart dances to the rhythms
of her whispers.
Being lead blindly along
I’ve lost where I am
trying to remember how I got here.
Events stack like dominoes
and tumble like thunder
when her gaze falls on me
heavy as feathers
hot as snow
singeing the hair on my skin.
Days split between homage
in the temple of my being
and ransacking it
with the chemical finesse
of a Mongolian horde.
I scribble markers
on moments that reach beyond belief.
The sea of vanilla in between
surges with meaning,
but goes unnoticed.
Staring at a hidden sun
I soar above the sensations
of sacrifice
I must make to be me.
True sacrifice
would be giving up who I am
to be all I could be.
(2013)
