Tuesday, August 11, 2009

work feels strange today

every new piece of information doesn't settle neatly but spirals into fractals of increasing complication
a day when your pulse give your whole body a rocking sway when you sit still and there's no breath to catch, like your lungs are two sacs heavy with sand and mucus, shoulders so taut and clenched that with every cartilage-scraping motion they feel closer and closer to crushing themselves pulverizing and hollowing bone and re-forming sprouting into giant pseudo-reptilian wings muscles coil and twitch and spring through the glass of the window and into the sky on the wind free and screaming and screaming and free in the sky on the wind screaming and screaming and screaming


James McDonough said...

y u wait 4 days???

hedonista said...

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?