Puke Poetry

Heart like a hand grenade, fully-automatic weapon for a mind.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Adventure

i woke up this morning
knowing the opposite of full-well
where i was going or what i was doing
just certain that one time or another
had come
and i
carried half of my life thus far
strapped to my back
and the other half hung from chains
themselves heart-held
and i found the cave
i'm predestined to dwell in
the cliff i dreamed about
two years past four still
and i'm walking blind with no light
but my hands are telling me
the stories the lipless walls and eyeless dark
never could.
and my chest went from cavern
to scream
in one tear drop
one moment left for
someone elses cards to read right
i'm echoing like a secret spit into
the night sky
before anyone could stop it.
we've met before and we know
what this breath held open door means
we ease through collapsing sides
and sighs sing us to sleep
before we know what hit us.

1 Comments:

At 12:09 PM, Blogger Unknown said...

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