first poem in an excruciatingly long time.
man talks in his sleep.
"is this it?-- emptiness echoes shatters and-- boom--
i scream most days did you know-- house empty alone--
swallows me whole and spits me back-- out of the realm
of reality and-- the acceptance-- pain stops hurting when
i stop-- breathing wanting needing-- did you know-- no.
i do not know-- these equations or responses and-- i--
do not understand these poems or theories"
silence splits the stagnant air in two,
until:
an hour later:
"you hear that?-- emptiness echoes shatters booms-- kaboom--
filling the fishtank i dream of the moon-- but-- intercepted there
you are-- lying on top of him-- eating his words with your spoons--
knives no surprise-- yes-- i have been-- dreaming of the moon with
all its space-- and holes to get lost in-- no-- no water to drown in.."
the garbage truck beeps,
he shifts his weight.
he can feel it but,
he doesn't wake up,
instead:
"most days i'm dead-- pain silent when screams are-- loud
i remember feeling proud-- you eat his words with tongues--
spoons knives no surprise-- scream the pain is silent but--
you need to hear it-- please-- open those letters-- only
words but lots of them"
it is morning.
he awoke, washed his face,
read the paper, and then:
spent the rest of the day
staring blankly into space.
"is this it?-- emptiness echoes shatters and-- boom--
i scream most days did you know-- house empty alone--
swallows me whole and spits me back-- out of the realm
of reality and-- the acceptance-- pain stops hurting when
i stop-- breathing wanting needing-- did you know-- no.
i do not know-- these equations or responses and-- i--
do not understand these poems or theories"
silence splits the stagnant air in two,
until:
an hour later:
"you hear that?-- emptiness echoes shatters booms-- kaboom--
filling the fishtank i dream of the moon-- but-- intercepted there
you are-- lying on top of him-- eating his words with your spoons--
knives no surprise-- yes-- i have been-- dreaming of the moon with
all its space-- and holes to get lost in-- no-- no water to drown in.."
the garbage truck beeps,
he shifts his weight.
he can feel it but,
he doesn't wake up,
instead:
"most days i'm dead-- pain silent when screams are-- loud
i remember feeling proud-- you eat his words with tongues--
spoons knives no surprise-- scream the pain is silent but--
you need to hear it-- please-- open those letters-- only
words but lots of them"
it is morning.
he awoke, washed his face,
read the paper, and then:
spent the rest of the day
staring blankly into space.