I burned my tastebuds
Harrowing in an attempt
To feel myself again
Avoiding numbness
Jumping over the rut
Haunting of a darling
Past that begs to come
Alive again like a volcano
No one can shake that off
An attempt to be alive
Like a neon sign
No need to be the
Most important person
In the room but happy
To experience the
Curiosity of the day
What’s the plot anyway?
Take me to the jungle
Give me a reason to
Show up for tomorrow
Spitting out the sap of a past
As if it were some
Slippery rock that
An unmentionable would
Haphazardly walk right
Through us over us
Lay on top of us in
A heavy susurrus
Barely breathing after
That vampiric escapade
Am I bleeding?
Holes about me anywhere
Maybe everywhere! Bite marks
Either way I am beginning
To feel alive again
Three cigarettes after
Distant memories
And my emotions
Smeared across the
Asphalt as it was
Less important to some
Than ardently sitting
Outside with a friend
Having dinner
In the rain
© GÄ
Poétique 