My Brain Is Off
today. I will probably need a sticky
note to remind me to breathe. I bounce
from misunderstanding to miscommunication
and back. Apparently, my tongue has gone
on strike. I am tripping over
my own thoughts, spouting
uncensored sarcasm at every corner. Come back,
my beautiful ability for bodily control. I long to paint
verbal pastiches across polygonal planes of muted white.
A complete portrait of comprehension. Instead, I hang
here waiting to remember if I am supposed to
hit the nail
or the frame.
A Representation [of Obliteration]
Tonight, thought is a landmine. And I am
a desert made of glass. Too clear,
I see the ticking. Tolling. It’s time to crack
or crumble. I open (my eyes) to your wor[l]ds.
The spark is always there. Catching. (Me?)
Such a pretty light[ed time bomb]. So subtle.
Our destruction is epic[ally underplayed].
today. I will probably need a sticky
note to remind me to breathe. I bounce
from misunderstanding to miscommunication
and back. Apparently, my tongue has gone
on strike. I am tripping over
my own thoughts, spouting
uncensored sarcasm at every corner. Come back,
my beautiful ability for bodily control. I long to paint
verbal pastiches across polygonal planes of muted white.
A complete portrait of comprehension. Instead, I hang
here waiting to remember if I am supposed to
hit the nail
or the frame.
A Representation [of Obliteration]
Tonight, thought is a landmine. And I am
a desert made of glass. Too clear,
I see the ticking. Tolling. It’s time to crack
or crumble. I open (my eyes) to your wor[l]ds.
The spark is always there. Catching. (Me?)
Such a pretty light[ed time bomb]. So subtle.
Our destruction is epic[ally underplayed].