poetry WRITING

three figures

three figures

thirty years ago
it was easier to run
than to struggle
with my passions
people were alcohol
outside of emotion
life seemed sterile
everywhere except
those empty humid
dirt paths
there were no
to compare my
breath against
no christ to
challenge my
the only stimuli
beating down upon
my skin
was sun
no bruises did
it leave
no tears
nor prayers for
or death
did it inspire
when i was a child
i could run
and breathe
replete with
luminous optimism
– – –
but youth has been
interrupted in the
disintegration of hardened
– –
desiring to make love
with the atmosphere
my softened feet tell a
different story
one several buildings tall
and mentally synthesized
against the awkwardness of
quantitative intuition

0 comments on “three figures

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: