I had never ingested such thick power
Intoxicated and shaky as I
Took my grudging leave
I was almost spontaneous with
The round city pleading with me
In darkest tones
You boys, you hit me
Like wall of traffic
How to leave this place where
The map is in my mind
Where the insignia of my memories
Confronts, beseeches me to change
I’ve been who I never want to be
I’ve become myself as I know me
A park in the center of my soul
Wheels of my chariot in a humble rut
What are we made of?
Is it palest pink, paste of compassion
Silken, stainless steel ambition
Fresh, water-indulgent vegetation
Spokeswoman of both God and Science
Or are we only lashed with red rope
Confident, creative, triumphant love
Married by commonality and deceit
I’ve packed my solitary life
A thousand times if I’ve done it once
Guide me or at the very least
Send me forth alone, or
I will abandon dear intuition
Over, under, over again
3 May 2009
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