Showing posts with label Language poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Language poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, May 22, 2011

Naturally Disturbed


I’m deep
So deep
It bleeds
And you,
You’re hard
As rock
You’re double-blinded muck.
You’ll stay
You’ll leave
You take the best of me.
You’re in
You’re out,
You’re shallow, muddied-doubt.
You feel
I hurt
You are
Not worth
A damn. Instead,
We’ll slide across the earth.
You’re clay,
So soft
It turns into the rust
You left
To harden in my chest.
I went
To see
And there you were among the trees,
That drop
To lows
Of puddles on the shore.
To hold,
The ground
You’ve faltered on without a sound
Of pride
Or lies--
You’ll wave, I’ll say goodbye.
And I,
I wept
Into your shallow depth,
Where you
The joke,
Choked up in silent modes
Of life,
or force
That drown your nature’s course.

-A.L.J-