I’ve been trying not to feel…
I’ve been trying not to feel as I thought I could find
an oasis of void where my dodo senses would die.
But black – once scratched – will shred colours again
and the rainbow will resurrect the sight
try as I might to shake my maracas self tone deaf
to the punching of emotions.
I’ve been waltzing off and on with ecstasy tonight
now toes nail me to the floor
then heart lifts my weight so high.
This tug of war: Cinderella knows how time can lie.
I can’t sail above gravity: I’m no metaphysical dove
I’m openly in love with prairies
and get suicidal over cloisters and priests memories
I’m intruded upon by post-hoc horoscopes
and sometimes intermittently disturbed
as I wait skywards – open mouthed
for crumbs of pies pouring from the sky...