Apr 01, 2011 04:58
it’s a fragmented, jittery feeling
like my nose floats in the air
and one eye is on the ceiling
and my mouth disappears into scissors
it’s a frightening dissociation
like i’m twenty shades of green
that will not blend
and i am lost in the in between
i have become the giant that sits
one-eyed, forging weapons for kings
that free me from the Tartarus pits
as I spy the ships of Aenaes
who am i? what am i?
a jumble of coloured “said”s
a canvas of scented “would have”s
in a dreamscape that fades
Amnesia
Fearing the worst,
Remember us too,
Daring your darling
To say nothing more.
“I will recall,
Won’t I?”
Said he,
“Not just you.”
“Can’t I?”
Said she.
Laughed he
“Believe me it’s true.”
Her mind speaks
The truth.
The truth
Speaks her mind:
“It’s true, believe me.”
He laughed.
She said
“I can’t,
“Just not you.”
He said
“I won’t
Recall, will I?”
Nothing more to say
Darling, you’re daring
Us to remember
The worst fear.
poetry