Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Long Day, Hot Shower

Today I was muted by the infinitely surd.
Today I sat motionless and couldn’t say a word.
Today was another gray, planetary herd.
Today I’d rather be a migratory bird.

Today I slaved at the construction site.
Today I created another good fight.
Today I accepted the dying of the light.
Today I don’t know wrong from right.

Today I came home with cauterized wounds,
Only to be deafened by a deluge of sound.
Hot water hit me and lifted this doom.

Déjà vu, a pattern of distorted womb dreams,
Freed my soul,
And enabled me to grow wings.