Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Recent Cognitions

Cemetery

How fitting it was to see
The fallen trees, decaying
In the woods near the cemetery,
And a quarter mile down the trail
To the place where I knew
That everything
Must
Return
to You.

Trap

I crawl
Sniff
And sneak
Tightly against this wall

Searching for something:

Food.
Life.

But it's already set:

Wait for it...

This room feels safe.
Comfort in the lack of change.

(Wait for it)

I inch forward

(Wait for it)

One foot on
And the other
Soon to follow

Wait for it...
Wait for it...
(Wait for it)

Snap

Tarnish

I have no idea
What I do
To you
When I rest
In the complacency
Of action and
Desire.

You become the
cigarette
stain
On my fingers
As I
Suck
The nicotine
Right.
Out.
I get what I need
and then
I flick your
Dreggy
Being.
And trampled
Underfoot
You find your end.

I never knew.
I just drew, drug and strew.

Tendon

A tendon
Stretched

Until it's torn
And split open
Under the pressure of
Becoming more
Than someone
Aspiring.
Writhing.

Oh, The weakness
Of strong desire!

3 comments:

  1. I know that poets shouldn't have to explain their poetry

    Luckily for me
    I am not a poet.
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    So I would like to say a few things to help you ruminate on my musings:

    There used to be a mouse problem in the house I live in right now. It's less of a problem now... but I became a master at laying traps and killing these tiny creatures in what was usually a quick and (humane?) death. Ask Kelsey about the time the mouse didn't die.

    Anyway. It got me thinking about the trap of sin and how we always end up falling for it. Snap.

    Next, I would like to acquit myself of Tarnish. It was done in reflection of me being hurt. It wasn't fun. So I decided, instead of whining about it in some poem, I'd write about it in first person, as the person who hurt me. Sharing it because if this person is you (and don't pretend it's not! I know someone reading this will be this person) then stop. Seriously. The only person you're fooling is yourself, if you're lucky.

    Oh, and one more thing, the ones I didn't say anything about above are the ones that I think are the better of the four. Ha.

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  2. Merveilleux! Les recits de ses voyages sont interessants... The first is my favourite. It feels finished - I wouldn't change a thing.

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