April 1/2012
Act 1:
Cracked-throat I rise
And breathe in the morning smoke. I live in
a repetition of sorts.
There is some comfort in mindless routine
Lather, rinse, repeat
Act 2:
Your husband hums nirvana as he blackens
Spreadsheets. He is a happy man.
His laugh lines attest to that as he smiles
and consumes the lunch you made.
I have none.
Act 3:
You burn like a fever around me , your breath
scalding my neck. I cradle my burns.
"One day I'll steal you away..."
I leave with scorched lips.
Act 4:
Stolen kisses in the afternoon
turn to ash at night.
Act 5:
Monotony thy name is life.
I gaze at celestial cinders til
Insomniac
Unsaddled, I ride
across uncharted thought clouds.
My pillow keeps me from falling
through depths of mercury truths.
My heart is weighed alongside the feather.
The biased scale lies.
The true weight of it
bursts
through the universe.
Shadows swallow the sandman
as I miss the warmth that once was there
to the thumps of jumping sheep.
Showtime
Less momentous than the atom
I've split you
Your fragments are scattered around
Look at yourself
You have been divided into many
The parts less than the whole
Look at this act
Look at me,
Look at me.
Look at me!
Look,
I'm sawing my lover in half.
I step back through the curtains
Expectant eyes await the final reveal
Soon you will feel the pain
And know
My experiment was no magic trick.