One connection You cannot make No line No number to call The writer is of...– words on the wire :: coastmoor
Journal of a Nobody: Now I become Myself, by May... →
journalofanobody: Now I become myself. It’s taken Time, many years and places; I have been dissolved and shaken, Worn other people’s faces, Run madly, as if Time were there, Terribly old, crying a warning, ‘Hurry, you will be dead before-‘ (What? Before you reach the morning? Or the end of the poem is clear? Or…
Fifty-six hours from parting Fifty-six hours untying the umbilical cord Two...– coastmoor :: unite
I awake, awake with anger Say in my mind all I feel of hate Work the words of badness Work words to grate Grate all my feelings Grind them to dust Work through the torment Clear an absent view Open closed pathways For the rest of the day Crippled in chaos Crippled from to do Know that I have to Know no desire Grovel, grope inside Grieve, leave behind A weight that’s consumed ...