Poetry: Feelings
Just keep bouncing…
Now I’ve stopped
My mind asleep,
Slow motion,
Slow beat beat of heart drums
against eyelids
empty of blankets
trances…
hearing is static,
voices echo through the maze
of vacant veins,
muscles on hiatus
Everything draping
heavy, heavy
sinking soft and thudding lead
fingers loosen grip
Mouths move faster than words
Colors infuse,
Pixels dance
swaying boxes
trapezed elements,
blurred in transaction-
tangents disperse
Solidifying chaos
sneaking, sneaking.
Verbs are fantasies
framed on still standing epitaphs
Tap tap
small tinges of motion
Pumping life in premises lacking
Breath defies eternity,
spasm shocks the art awake
before you drown in
silk smothered earth skin
Just keep bouncing…