casting about wildly for a thought to track
they slip through my fingers like minnows
i feel them flit across the back of my eyes
their colors just flashes -
the electric blue of trauma,
streaks of crimson,
sparks of cream & gold
and the iridescent esmerelda swirl
of gasoline on blacktop
there is a rumba
making love to a tango
beating it's time
in crazed counterpoint to a death march,
scored by Mendelsohn,
drowning out the raucous laughs...
sleep eludes me
in this grotesque playground
twisting this way, turning that...
contorting faces half hidden
beneath bizarre masks
slipping on caked makeup.
clever acrobat
flitting across the expanse
touching upon nothing,
lighting nowhere,
the frenzied dance quickens
as nerves jangle and fire,
limbs jerking, stomach quaking.
oppressive neon claustrophobia
as the heat presses in
thick and sticky -
stale musks,
pungent spices,
and cloying florals
carried on sweat, fear and desperation
wrapped in trapped in
marionette strings
bound ever tighter
stumbling through it all
shoved roughly off course
gasping for a breath
of the clean cool night...
i'd crawl to where you hide
between the sharp toes and pointed heels
scuffling for a target
i'd slide and writhe
between the nobbled knees and cracking shins
i'd fall black and blue
beside your sill
to but taste the whisper of solace and sanctuary
that rests within your heart . . .
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confessed on Tuesday, Sept. 21, 2010