Languid in a Brick Box
October 7, 2012 3 Comments
each second, the last
every beat, before unknown
now bloody and choreographed
appreciation blossoms
then wilts in cycles
uncontrolled
the organ jumps
the body shivers
preceding words held
significance
mouthing things
never stealing
on edge
til’ the end
there is no doubt
when alone
About Sean Lynch
Ditto.💋
Hypochondria/withdraw= not too pleasant.
It didn’t seem like hypochondria to me. Sounds pretty legit. Regardless from whence it springs then, the suffering is real, tangible, hey? This just occurred to me. Groovy.
Whether real or imagined the pain is still relevant, no? Still unpleasant.
Very nice poem. 💋