Daily Archives: January 18, 2015
Into a creased peace of paper
I folded memories into intentions,
Flattening the dementia of unstructured emotions,
Into a neat, file-able document.
We arc this abyss; tightening ropes over time.
We are not our worst intentions,
but we are the acts that follow.
Like clobbering footsteps tripping
over broken pavements of Being.
Nor the crimes that we have witnessed.
But we are the balance
That keeps us falling forwards without stumbling,
Over our own shoelace sense of time.
I wore a brooch
Two little pencils
In parallel with
I wore it on my jacket
A visual aid
To strike a spark
To bring to life
I wear it now to work
My hair hiding
Parallel and opposite
Freedom of expression
Freedom to insult
Freedom to expect
The left cheek after right.