1994

What`s the plan??

Should I pretend I can wait forever?

Like the Legends of the Fall?

My Brad Pitt wouldn't care if fell from his stars?

I had become of the Fallen,

I had fucked up, decided that  sobriety wasn't enough of a distraction, went out and got lost..

 

 

There were spiders on my back and I was mantis in the flesh--- enormous is my head.

 

How ignorant could I have been???

 

Going back down hill to the northern California  roots….

 

 

Its solarly complex, you know? The year I was born?

 

Lovely equilibriums sex in harbor city-birthed from grapes and Choctaw Indian graces.

 

My face pure, made of silk, and thick- long- jet-black- hair to make the devil smile and assigned me a reaper.

 

1994 was full of seizures

1994 was full of pagers and false promises, train flat lines, the wrath of Poseidon in Haitia…did I ever believe I could possibly bear the weight of this world?

Little me?  I cant even stand the Sun.

 

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

soulful longing ... it is crushing to realize just how small and wrong we can be ... i "feel" this poem Kleio ... i hope you are well ... such a sense of foreboding as i read ... love love love to you!
E.

[Kleio13]

Thank you very much E and yes I wrote this poem in a foreboding manner, but I have been pulling through and am very much happy.

[Einstein Noodle]

:)))))))))) .... so glad to know ... love your stuff!

[Kleio13]

Thanx E!!!