Perspective.
Look in to the water
See the fishes
Breathe & fly
Like birds
Air is much denser down there.
Look in to the water
See the fishes
Breathe & fly
Like birds
Air is much denser down there.
Never makes it to her hospital. She falls instead
beside dial tones, at the foot of her bed.
Godmother smashes shovel through
pain of glass. There cries
wild animals
at the funeral. I’m 5.
One tiny pink ballerina
spins softly silent
up on her line, pink umbrella
steadies her muted
display, as the crowd
she does not see
points aghast-
Why?
It’s all she knows
to do.
On
the table
bedside in tin
which holds her hair
pins, pens, paper,
pills & peppermints for long nights
memory keeping, sleep
inducing dream catc-
her if you can
gingerly
while still hot.
Or not.
As he slips
his olive green duffel
over left shouldiers
March.
57
pgs. long
… or stories tall…
I truly forget,
but know that 50+ fall upon it.
And they grow — together;
the stories, tears, pages and the sharp
pointed prick… whom
snags her
bloom-
ing petal &
finger
tip.
Is trying to buy gasoline with change
in metaphor; (because there is none) waking beside ghosts
Pain where Hope once dreamt
in feathered wings now
Ash & paste: myriad shades
greying, huemorless, Mass
of growing glacial
propoortion.
Penetrating the barrier which separates
highest floors from all
else, is not possible. However, there
Exists. Real dangers
Result — Derridean world view:
Infest in popular culture —
Become increasingly uncertain
about absolutes &
Truth.
(found via: http://ontruth.com/derrida.html CRITIQUE style)
