(no subject)
Often I feel like hanging myself from the ears
with safety pins and hooks of sharp steel -
I look up at the glorious blue sky and
my mind turns from the unknown beyond the clouds
to wonder at how she dwarfs it with such ease.
The pain within renders me helpless -
consigned to writing philistine poetry,
the clouds tiny dancing for tiny men -
appearing insignificant to the insignificant
and vast to the vast.
with safety pins and hooks of sharp steel -
I look up at the glorious blue sky and
my mind turns from the unknown beyond the clouds
to wonder at how she dwarfs it with such ease.
The pain within renders me helpless -
consigned to writing philistine poetry,
the clouds tiny dancing for tiny men -
appearing insignificant to the insignificant
and vast to the vast.