ME YET NOT

What is that whoosh spreading unusual stuff and will it be enough to make a difference to a lone wolf? Those smiling eyes you notice in the mirror now want to make a father figure of the unembraceable you, can it be true or are you still gonna use? How do screams wanting you not to leave now make you believe, how, just because you are sought out in the dead of night, and this little bundle cuddles up right, by your side, do you think you are down for the ride for the rest of your life. How is it that the universe you inhabit can stop on its axle sending all you know scattering right past you, and at you. Crashing and laughing at the same time your world should be trashing makes no sense at all but still you are willing to fall, on a sword, answer a call without question. The one and only situation not able to lessen the reality in your reality. Life that thus far you have been able to label and jar and leave on a shelf, now has no shelf to be left on, has you asking yourself questions, well just one. Like who dropped a bomb, why is this different from everything else that went before, why is this door touching the core of the person inside me profoundly? A boy that wants me and more needs me changes my world completely, do i see me, feel me, whatever it is he has me ultimately from this second on, to the day or second i am no longer on, this earth.

2 Comments

  1. I love how you put these words together:
    “make a father figure of the unembraceable you“

    This poem is digging a little deeper than you usually do, and finding some really interesting angles of approach:
    “makes no sense at all but still you are willing to fall, on a sword, answer a call without question”

    You hint at more depth by exposing a layer beneath the layer:
    “Life that thus far you have been able to label and jar and leave on a shelf, now has no shelf to be left on”

    I’d like to hear your thoughts about what happened to that shelf – I see it as a “worst case” scenario, like what the social “safety net” was supposed to be, but is no longer.

    Reading your words without line breaks is really hard for me. This is partially because chronic pain has somewhat fried my brain and partially because all your words are in one giant visual object. If it were spoken I could detect the phrases by sound, but there are no such guides in reading.

    Because I can’t detect the rhythm until I’ve already read the words I have to go back and read them again which then breaks the chain of thought so I have to go back again and mentally rearrange the words into the phrases that seem “right”… only then have I really read the piece!

    I sure wish you’d break these words into lines,
    arrange them in the rhythm you intend,
    let them lead the reader
    to each new meaning
    where it stands exposed on a line of its own…

    Just my thoughts, worth exactly what you’ve paid for them 🙂

    1. I get you, i often write the words from my head to paper with out regard for reader. I assume cos i write others are in my head. You are spot on and i will make an effort to help readers. I know what you mean and like your honesty in fact desire such feedback. Again you are a mate, next one i will have you in mind. Take care

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