in my mind i execute
tasks with grace and fervor.
in my mind i dictate
decisions and opinions.
in my mind i manipulate
and i question
and i steal.
i suffer all the consequences i administer.
in my mind i am my only tenant.
i am the queen,
the president,
the government,
the people.
i do not share jurisdiction.
i oversee and judge.
i embrace and indulge.
i forbid and deny.
i am the only one here.
in my mind
i am the audience
the conductor,
and the performer.
i am the guest and the host.
i am my only tenant.
my eyes may not agree with my ears,
and my heart and my head wrestle endlessly
i am the only referee.
i have requested roommates,
but they have their own minds in which they
execute, dictate, manipulate, question, or steal.
minds in which they suffer the consequences they administer.
but sometimes
i visit the tip of my tongue to wave 'hello, would you like to hear what i have to say?'
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Friday, October 24, 2014
Monday, October 20, 2014
unknown desires
my desires are not unmet.
they are unknown.
in the desert regions of my body
where i excavate for clues
to answers
to existential crises
i met with diamonds in the rough
i do not have the technology
to collect or
to polish.
i am afraid i will always have parts of me
unknown.
but i am not loathe to recruit help.
i should welcome another's hands
working alongside mine.
i am willing to trade secrets.
they are unknown.
in the desert regions of my body
where i excavate for clues
to answers
to existential crises
i met with diamonds in the rough
i do not have the technology
to collect or
to polish.
i am afraid i will always have parts of me
unknown.
but i am not loathe to recruit help.
i should welcome another's hands
working alongside mine.
i am willing to trade secrets.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
silhouettes
the boy with the bike and the girl with the book.
a dog accompanied the boy.
a scarf adorned the girl's neck.
he saw her face;
she did not see his.
two silhouettes under dim street lights
walking/biking together
hands busy with exercise and knowledge-
empty of another's grasp.
separated at the corner
never again to see the other's shadow.
the boy with the bike and the girl with the book
the dog that should've tugged at her scarf
so that the boy would fall over his bike
running to apologize to the girl
whose shadow he could see another time
perhaps under daylight
at a sweet lunch set for two.
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