Friday, November 20, 2009

apnea




Relentless northeast winds breach drywall and dreams, forcing me awake at point of consummation where much was gained and much was lost. Your hollowed eyes from lack of sleep bear irrepressible mirth nonetheless. I twist the bed sheets, a lone occupant, and turn my face away from dawn. Sink the anchor down past beta, willing to approach the delta once more. Which way will the wind blow next. Will I sink into rich sediment formed at the mouth.

Rising now a second time, midmorning, clutching the pillow dampened with sweat and regret and hope - narrowly escaping further dire consequence. I am forsworn. Only my somnambulant stubbornness allows me to turn back the tide. Must we forever be divided against ourselves. When does unrequitedness ever give strength to purpose. Why do I insist on living a dream.

Unexpected nerve and plasma surge. As for the tides, I have no wish or strength to turn them aside. That's a lie in partiality. Nonetheless. Weighing anchor, willing another port, I fix my compass to trade routes and fertile, febrile fields. A brave new front.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Hang in there, buckaroo...

Caio Fernandes said...

what a fucking exaustive sequence of worderful posts !!
i loved and i am going to walk with then now .

Caio Fernandes said...

with then in my head , i meant .

Tony LaRocca said...

Love it. How have you been? It's been too long :)

V.K. said...

dear anonymous, whoever you are, yes okay bonzaiiii....

hello Caio! yes, fucking exhausting is right :) and I like that you're walking around with the words in your head

tony! whoah hey there it has been a very too long - thanks, and I'm, well, yeah :) everything and nothing!

LasyaPriya said...

nice sound of words and good drawings..

here is an indian classical dancer, draw me a badge, a pic for the blog..

hmm. bumped into your blog, through "next blog"

cheers