Sunday, August 5, 2012

Still a work in progress

But this is where my head has been for most of today.

Struck Senseless

Pulled that trigger
Staccato beating dancing
ragepaindeath

and I've been somewhere else
                                                                             anesthetized
                                                                             in drink
Somnambulistic

Aurora and Oak Creek

Far
remote as Mars

wounded                                                        I can't see
                                                                               or feel
words broken
something broken
insideoutsidespinning

Olympic Fever                                                       Gripped                             
                                                                               clinging

the simple joy of a body
moving with poetic grace

Wondering
where and when
the next one will take place

                                                                          Upsidedown

worldwordswounds
spinningspinningspinning
deathandlifeanddeath
                                                                            senseless

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