Thursday, November 01, 2012

Burst

Jaded, bitter, borderline.
Suspended in lukewarm oblivion,
I float just below the currents of life,
watching warped realities, like sunlight on water,
dance before my eyes.
They take form, dim at first,
until like fireworks they burst
into brilliance disguised
as words.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Blackbirds

There are a hundred
caged blackbirds
fluttering wildly
in my womb.
Each day their wings
beat harder.
Someday they will
find their way out.
And where will
that leave me...
but broken
and bleeding
and maybe,
possibly,
finally...
free.