A Poem by Jimi Brady

Looking closely at oneself.

Trace the inside of the outline with coal;
make a darker image shine with a lighter line,
and paint it colors grey and red ‘til it’s whole.

Press fingertips against the grain and hope
for prints and not splinters that would draw
you on its skin like muscles clinging to bone.

Spit sand from your mouth and speak with flecks
of earth between your teeth like you always do,
and maybe this time it won’t hurt like it’s supposed to.

Trace a clear image on water with your fingertips;
take sand from behind your face on its surface;
hope for prints on the grain that make it worth it. 

© 2013 Jimi Brady

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"Trace the inside of the outline with coal;" Had to read this line a few times, to make sure I got it right. What a strong start! This slowly drags us in... a intriguing journey! Well done sir!

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Jimi Brady
Jimi Brady

Riverside, CA

My name is Jimi Brady, and I'm a musician. more..