jumpA Poem by surajsharma
A jigsaw piece soulless and sorry,
I fall from defeated or frustrated hands Until my methods like some gratifying static defy gravity (or everything it commands) Levitating over crocodiles and chased by nightmares through those old and rusting corridors built by communists and brandished by crows before being bolstered by hardware stores My dreaming self is feverishly praying to and nudging at the sides of our lord below His melancholic metronomes, apathetic alarm clocks and to the noise (from my neighbor’s stereo) No safety nets here, just her coronets - she is no country for cracked or cracking bones Or offsets for counter-balancing kings who are thrown off of their thorny thrones I have cigarettes to keep me warm, and my questions that light up the summer night sky There’s competition here too, its an Olympiad for junkies and when they “jump” one wonders how high I’m content here in my contempt for the crass and the commonplace, words that you stole You can contemplate, connive, convince or confuse but can you clone the numbness of my rigmarole? © 2012 surajsharma |
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