Monday, February 13, 2006

This is not a poem

so just listen, if this is all i have to tell you then it's
all i have
or haven't
had yet

but i wanted it
at some point
wanted it so bad it was like cancer
like the vacuum of outer space

so pull, slowly,
away from silence, it
is night
that you aren't prepared for yet
you want to be
prepared

so pick it up and keep going

even if you've seen it all before
and it's an illusion and
things aren't what they seem to be keep
going

onwards

on

words

into the unknown





ii.

highway
imagination
extending
every
direction
every
possibility
and
every
distance

stars rip past your skull
emptiness
opens all around
silences drop out-wards
and in
words

silences
drop out
of school like
fishes
in the ocean of zen
and righteousness
and conviction,

so
float off,
into the unknown
and known
and come back with
a poem.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

in the absence of other comments, let me just say...

l-blizz, you are truly brilliant. i wept, laughed, raged, when i read this poem. it made me cut my flesh and pull my hair out, then rejoice.

i hereby declare you st. blizzo, patron saint of poets, thinkers, dreamers, and other assorted weird people.

Anonymous said...

I felt like I was moving at lightning speed when I read this.


A traveller's guide of consciousness, both
sentient and sapient?

Quitmoanez said...

Cara, you're so cool.

:)

And Roberts, really, so good.