Poems from Journey Clark
What is a footprint
Besides a mark on the terrain?
An outline,
A depression,
A thoughtless signature…
We tell ourselves
The mud
Has moved...
Broken ideations
Bricking us in…
We chose
This plush mediocrity,
Spreading the mortar
With our silence
Slight by slight,
We forgot it was...
If we could learn
To blend neutrality with elevation,
Predispositions shed, the callouses born
From an instrument that won’t be tuned;
To...
(TW: Language)
Well shit, I keep picturing lines discussing my intoxication and why I can’t remember the words I managed to string together...
Unburden my breast
Dissolve this pressure
Of purposeless days
I feel the need to name
I know that I will never 'know'
But I can’t resign...