Baggage
Nothing
Except suitcases, replicating
As you move from city to city;
Filled with shards from rooms.
You carry these:
Floors that transform
Into faces into words into sentences
Devoid of expression adjectives punctuation
(You travel lighter faster);
Ashes that flap around
Build columns of fire
Around soul standing still watching
partaking in self-destruction.
You throw these:
Papers that bleed on
Clocks you smashed to freeze a moment
That melts at a song bruise touch in absentia
(You travel lighter faster);
Knives that glint at night
Carve patterns
On walls cracking still defending
attacking for self-preservation.
Nothing
Except suitcases, replicating
As you move from city to city;
Filled with shards from empty rooms.
Except suitcases, replicating
As you move from city to city;
Filled with shards from rooms.
You carry these:
Floors that transform
Into faces into words into sentences
Devoid of expression adjectives punctuation
(You travel lighter faster);
Ashes that flap around
Build columns of fire
Around soul standing still watching
partaking in self-destruction.
You throw these:
Papers that bleed on
Clocks you smashed to freeze a moment
That melts at a song bruise touch in absentia
(You travel lighter faster);
Knives that glint at night
Carve patterns
On walls cracking still defending
attacking for self-preservation.
Nothing
Except suitcases, replicating
As you move from city to city;
Filled with shards from empty rooms.
Labels: poetry
Selected by incognito |
14:49 |
1 Comments:
Fabulous...
The replicated suitcases, floors that transform into lives, language, and this traveling lighter faster, all goes very well...
This part seems to be somewhat hodge-podged though:
: That melts at a song bruise touch in absentia
In fact, the third stanza is somewhat erratic - it starts off as a pure list of things you throw - but halfway through you start elaborating on the items and then carving things.
But a powerful testament to our shallow urban lives nonetheless...
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