CONFECTION (Lucy In The Sky)
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My Heart is screaming
and my soul wields a tongue that tastes of liquor
The barracks of my brain are crowded
loitered and littered of estranged thoughts
I’ve wished my nerves numb
and pondered the bliss of a blank retrospect
and as I slowly melt, as I sink down and waste away
I am extricated by my own words
by the letters I own
I am liberated, salvaged
by my weapon
by the ink.
It can hush my heart’s moaning,
my soul is sobered
the blood of me is a brighter red
and for a moment,
I might know peace
born from a shade of expression,
a color of soul’s speak
I think in a single stretch of road -entitled focus
wrapped warm in a broad vision
and sharp, fresh eyes
I am teaming in memories
but they flow like a simple spring breeze,
like a crisp river
or a beam of lightning taking pleasure in it’s strike
a slow course of electric ecstasy
from the edges of my mind
and the shallows of my ticking heart
spitting loose from the end of my pen
I’m spilling forth the truth of my center
No fabrication
or chaos
or anxious sweating, dripping hands, or earthy throat
It is the love of me, the rough
the congested conscience... made tangible...
It frees the burning of myself
the never ending scrutiny
What of me is perspicacious?...parsimonious?...presbyterian?
What exists beneath my skin?
what are my dreams belting out of my chest,
in desperation?
the ink.
takes me away-I am thrown, uncaged
pointing at the grit, the axiom - the ink does
branded into my bone
I am made conspicuous to myself
joy is in the letters, the graphite validity
carbon print of the inner ivory
my heart is singing,
and my soul wields a tongue that tastes of confection....