

LunarA single thought fills the room A sterling moon reflecting the wallpaper Orbits calmly around me Its glow sifts through me Inhabiting me completelyLunar
Until I am held by the emptiness
And somehow I feel lighter.
I stand, back straight In the pool of muted light
That little by little
Gilds the floor Until all is fluid, safe.
I appraise my hands Worn thinner and thinner By fresh welts, a withered mouth Mirrored in the grey arc behind me Its flickering rays Of instinct and impulse Slowly prying me apart.


A morning on the wardWe play pool Each ball arcing across the table, Precise, calculated, planetaryA morning on the ward
Coasting in tidy orbits, then Vanishing in a nimbus of blue,
Despondency
She looks up at me
Her eyes are blank and calm Expressed to exhaustion
They slowly - once tortoise shell green
Gather me to them,
Looking right through me
They see every deceit, every unruly impulse
Every slip and strain of the tongue But none of this registers: Her cigarette smoke envelops us I wait for my turn, entombed in her grey whisper Now I am somehow comforted &nb


LostLeft to the cold tense lightLost
My bones start to crackle and soften The smoke tracing each inflamed row Each bench, Shedding a faint distress signal Assuring them, me: I am here


LiliesOutside this room it is oddly quiet,Lilies
A heavy cast of silence and electric lights, Cold, clear, tense: Everything, everybody, has a waxen aspect, Its a haunting reflection, I stop in my tracks,
No more footprints to attest my place or self, That I belong out there, not in here where I have become obedient, absent, Startled when a bird brushes,
Blue and green and darkly glossy, A little too close to my head, To room after room of savage sadness. Scarlet lipped lilies inhabit this cavity,
Bleeding their warmth and affection, I ca
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"Between the idea and the reality. Between the motion and the act. Falls the Shadow..." - T.S. Eliot
But I'll catch up at some point in the near future, ok? *grins*
Ciao
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"Between the idea and the reality. Between the motion and the act. Falls the Shadow..." - T.S. Eliot
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