Asemic Poster: The Girl

In your inner cavity,

You also own your Roleiflex beats;

Knocks that build a grave-hose lottery,

that enters the heart-chest memory-

Deep-breaths don’t,

even have a chance,

to do the choreography.

 

 

You are a huge forest of doubts,

from within the one;

Only to classify it

with dissonant love.

It is to argue –

Not mine.

Not me.

leaving people more confused than how you found them

I forgot to lie,

In a presentiment of ingratitude.

 

From outside, smiles

that mine great moments –

The smoke is so deep,

so deep.

 

Do you think that love is real /

My soul is so deep in sleep –

What you do –

go alone.

 

Can’t you see

I owe or you love –

I say it is to find

silent answers in the shadows.

 

In tenement forests sleeps

the heart,

to listen outside,

outside;

That music

is broken glass

on the pavement .

The smoke is so deep,

so deep.

 

Also that immense heart,

that if only,

if only –

Timbre, trembling, falling, failing,

if only, if only,

to know, to know.

 

It insists you want to choose.

My tone becomes more lost,

disoriented,

sleepy with fatigue,

just broken glass

on the pavement.

 

Privilege had that tone

before the rising smoke.

The smoke is so deep,

so deep –

leaving people more confused

than how

you found them.

 

the solipsistic actor

the solipsistic actor

seeks an audience

with self-aggrandizement,

hears the clapping –

angry empty eyes

staring out.

 

 

(Photographer, Joshua A Bickel/AP – click image for more information)

 

It was a wicked and wild wind-
Blew down the doors to let me in,
Shattered windows and the sound of drums.
People couldn’t believe what I’d become.

For some reason I can’t explain,
I know Saint Peter won’t call my name.
Never an honest word,
But that was when I ruled the world.