Free verse № 61959
What you know
10-12-02
You sweat from your heart.
The sun wants to turn rocks over and reveal
your secrets. The air is tense, thirsty
and waiting for a decision. A lizard appears,
then turrets its eyes at you as
if it knows something that you do not,
then hurries away. You try to become the
dirt as it both clings to you and rejects
you. The ground never stops moving. And
when the storms come, you see hell
as a nicer place to be. You imagine your
home, wife, kids, friends. Your friends
who don't know who you are, or what you
might become. Friends who lean on you
because you are there. Back to back.
Face to face with superiors who know you
by name when you don't know when that
single foreign particle might break your
femur, your lung. You know that you are
there because not everyone needs to feel
this. You know that you are here and they
are there, and every day that passes
the world slips into a deeper blue.
So you sit, sweating amongst the wreckage
in this junkyard of bodies, hoping for an end.
Any....end.
15 comments
However the way you used lizard was good, though they tend to turret their eyes other than move due to their prey instict. The best for me was where you went with the message and your strength for me has always been that you have a strong beginning, middle, and end, a depth in words yet with a clarity of expression.
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Still plenty to get your teeth into
but, theses lines--there is too much knowing:
"Face to face with stones who know you
by name when you don't know when that
single foreign particle will break your
femur, your lung. You know that you are"
stones--face--blank--stones can't know. it's not that they don't know--but even if they did know, could they pronounce it?
"in this junkyard of bodies, hoping for an end
to these means."
So, was it a Monster Mash? Or mashed potatoes.
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