i’m at a loss
for words
i know
it’s unimaginable
you say
i can speak until
i’m breathless
on any given day
but pay my silence
no matter
for this time
it gives way
to a moment of
clarity
a realization
these are the
only words
i need to say
i love you
Author: r.matlack
impression
lasting impressions
that are lacking expression
don’t last long, do they?
grapes for wine
peel away the shade
let the sun cut through my soul
today, the vine dies
randomly, depressed states
it’s in my sadness
where you will find me this time
trapped in my head
stuck there with all the
words said, over and over
crushing me each time
randomly, depressed
states of being, that is me
life is hard sometimes
and i feel the pinch
when a winters day reveal
returns to memory
for her, this all is
failure to deliver, twas
on me, my sad heart
list
waves lap the starboard
hull filled with the salted sea
now we list, adrift
un-spun
how it spins
and spins
all widdershins
from spittle
chins
to kicked in
shins
pearlescent
scales
to dorsal fins
dirty
needles and
punk rock
pins
sleepless from
mini thins
tattooed notes
on leathered skins
games of skill
and their scoreless
wins
the happy eyes
with toothless grins
how it spin’s
and spins
until its done
a clock
un-spun
of you
the cold air whips fraught
a shiver brings pause whilst i
lose all but the thoughts
florida cold
its the icy freeze
oh warm-blooded me stopped by
florida’s cold breeze
glasses
stirred from
slumber
waking up
to realize
that i’ve
been betrayed
by my
own eyes
these hands,
are they
my dearest
friend
searching for
the focals
that buck this
trend
my, oh my…
this is my
myopic view
if you’re within
two feet
i can
no longer
see you
one
point two five
brings
sharpened sight
that youthful
arrogance
lost
overnight
like, charles
i know
the world
as it was
as
it is
as it
will be
i see the
truth
of society
the dragging
feet
of their
depravity
i know
my muse
her joy
it eludes
and dilutes
the pain
as obtuse
or absent
as it may
seem
it inspires me
i know
the clock
it robs us
time is
a trap
that cages
birds who
dare to
fly free
i am the myth
the ethos
i am
the scree
that rolls
loose
until it
covers me
i know
the mountain
the
insurmountable
the climb of
of climbs
the hollow
metal rod
the distant
echo of
wind chimes
i know all this
because
like, charles
i know
all to well
our lack of
humanity