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Jan. 2nd, 2009

10:41 pm - poem

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my room is muffled like a blanket
a fixed hour neither forward nor back
my girlfriend detests the tight-rope walker
his infantile dream of endangering himself
the night gathers his back
to the fire a moonlit cape

between my ears is silence
the mysteries scrawled like iridescent wings
the tight-rope walker takes a step
forward across the looming office towers

i write to escape whatever my life contains
a range of habits and contradictions and charades
no matter what I read in books or people's faces
I'm light as the wire or doomed to make these errors again
the arguments are circular

my father and his beliefs,
my best friend is skeptical by nature,
my subconscious will always win,
the heroes I admire, never fail me
the torrents
like a penny down a black endless hole
so emptiness falls endlessly

seconds before instants
what should have been days
water rushing in
I'm no longer coming full circle
proud relatives will leave this earth unhappy

winter cats prefer comfort and clean
water, supper, breakfast, and then bed
dream pictures hang everywhere in the living room
i'm not getting anywhere with them

i remember when I was younger;
how I would pander to the crowd
and dance like a clown on a tight-rope

adolescence was a hold-up
you couldn't get across to my universe
without falling;
adulthood the ground never ends

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From:reginaclarejane
Date:January 3rd, 2009 04:54 pm (UTC)
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Hmmm... quite thoughtful here...
I loved how this made me feel precarious, if you know what I mean- like I was on that tightrope too.
And the last stanza was brilliant, in my opinion. As an adult, I feel this way many times... ;)
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From:altheabashar
Date:January 3rd, 2009 05:01 pm (UTC)

thank you

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your comments are very encouraging. after nearly a year of not writing poems, suddenly I'm able to and more than that I hope I can bring this spontaneous energy to my fiction
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