I am dignified in believing
this heat and swelling heart
have no song today,
rendered inoperable and
unbelieving, as though
truth itself was lying,
undeniably refrained
from conquering itself
E flat is now saved
for a time more fitting
and wilderness repeated
the chorus negated
swallowed by the eyes
of ten free birds
upon an open page
Like cracked feet in shoes,
sweating toes and tinea
fungus almost and the sharp
smell of vinegar,
Armpits and groins fermented
Could you imagine?
Your armpits undeniably
microbial and restless
with the time,
shirts and sleeves,
sockes , pants and shoes
keep my indignities
hidden from you
often my sweaty bum cheeks
pressed upon the vinyl seat,
like yours, also hidden
but you sleep,
unrested
unkempt
using others for a leaning post
(good idea?)
if I could solder you here and return.
Find you in the same poisiton
could it,
would it
all be different
if you were free?
and me,
now I'm finally captured
I look like you,
conformed until you
all believe I belong here.
Fools.
Matthew Campbell 2003 |
