Wednesday, October 13, 2021

Repast

watching her dance plays
all their muscle keys
her inner commands
can freeze them in place

but she can't reach me
the pitch of my jib
bends off her song
and won't let me on

my breathing, long and
unobstructedly
tacks the vanished spell
only when she's gone

only when alone
can i read her lips
free from the bleeping
moment's disorder

wings sweep on the floor
panic and truth merge
is this not my drug
or not me at all
 
on stolen spirits
please the vacant skull
take time and hurl it
with your polished shoe
 
realization
is after it's through
what's not caught is true
so what have you done? 



by Reptily