Unexpected Murmur

digital deterritorialization

browsing through pictures

at least they exist in some form

 

leaning back

contraption on the lap

browsing through

 

experience mitigates aches

severity, overblown and misrepresented

nature has become irrelevant

 

mental reterritorialization

tired of words about words

people want images

 

not imagery

only thoughts

tired of poems about poems

Wearing a Burqa

Aching bones all day

albeit too young for arthritis.

The ink is all dried

up even though this contraption

is new. I should return shortly.

Precise. Much better, but not perfect,

fresh ink, yet the guidance is still the same.

These hands look far older.

Each morning I wake up

as bewildered as the one before.

Hello stranger.

I feel the same way

about myself. All is static.

That is, until the day that change has stealthily crept,

and all of a sudden she is standing

in front of you, staring you in the face.

These imaginary shades are constricting my view

as if I was wearing a burqa.

 

Constant death

not all around,

but internally

it pervades my being,

dominates my thoughts constantly.

Every moment I am in shock.

Surprised at my ability to breathe.

When I was very young,

I faintly remember an unbridled panic

at realizing the automatic act.

I would have to deliberately continue breathing,

until I would forget again, or If I was especially self aware,

I would eventually start to gasp for air.

 

How uncanny

the perpetual dichotomies of life:

angst and acceptance.

Not one person has a total lack of fear for falling by the wayside.

Although expectancy ingrains a kind of desire for death.

My heart was pounding

physical phenomenon in place of a forced out emotion.

My teeth are falling out,

perhaps from unconscious nighttime grinding.

It is late now. A different kind of perception.

I’m glad I can indulge in certain things. Things that have too often been taken for granted.

This type of ache feels like internally loosened blood dripping down.

And now I will try for the temporary blackness, if only it will come easy.