when you are neither in an oasis or a desert
but perhaps simply waiting
for the next bag to open
and swallow whats left of your cloth covered lives
and maybe i am a puppet made of poles
to be caused to breath and move
with the adding and padding of clothing
and that would be all.
so i will shuffle all these props
the eyepopping prints
and the silent silks that slide back into the shadow
crushe them into these luggage peices
and shuffle off on these peg legs
hoping i can fit them back together
someday.
2 comments:
one of my most favorites in a while! very goooooooood
great
excellent
win
and i meant all of that, i promise
i think a lot of people don't understand.
that suffereing is not the worst of times.
that empty limbo place.
is the worst.
where your not in anguish.
and not in satisfying joy.
and your confused. and lost.
and waiting.
i hate that word.
wait.
and trusting.
and goy.
you shuffle off. topple. topple. trotter.
anxious to see if the wait was.
well. worth it.
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