waking life (freewrite)

Split · 01-07-2014, 05:48 AM

you've walked into meetings- intersections of paths
residing in burns upon retinas, get ahead while you nap,
got sleep up your sleeve, an Ambien ready,
bedding is ambient setting- upping for grabs,
nothing would beat black death from carafes,
or sweet 27s fouling breaths in your pack....
wolf walled in the streets, balled on two feet,
forgetting he's lone- howling out gasps,
frozen in throat like the pouting ghost of a kiss,
a step or so missed, together in tune,
that sorta "on-again, off-again close"-
the step of a discordant moccasin wet by the dew,
as celestial coffins beat dead night askew,
radio waves in Washington, Hopkinton,
breaking at opposite coasts- the cities the same,
Midwest limbos between, middle-kid pity to blame,
death an old riddle to be living away-
but no one's waiting to give us a hint, or explain,
Dominican rain. summer recitals. Aruarian- shuffle.
meaning washes your memory. notes colored, shuttled,
start again slow. ponds from a puddle. let motion elapse.
but the static just snows, globe in muddled old glass
capping the slink of the elderly's cudgel,
cost them forever and three to funnel the cash.
meaning washes your memory. again in the attic,
alight with a bottle of Henny, pretending ecstatics,
but all of your hermetically froze memories follow
a recipe, wrote, in a hollow of oak inaccessibly
cloaked in your morrows, kinder gardened
like identity crises with tinder- pardon to scratch,
winterfresh gargled, and croaked. sorrow, perhaps
in soliloquy the martyr mispoke-
the borrowing bloke. we've all taken his form.
walking in paths. and the footprints were warm.
the maiden reward's nothing a castle-led voyage
could promise. light, capacitive eyelids saddled with poison,
boiling the silent velvet of roots, lashes of earth,
Vesuvian labryinth lapped in the magma-red birth,
wide-eyed at crossroads, a meeting, an animus quirk...
world developing scenes, beneath you a skeleton key,
an orchard in autumn, formed in a collection of turns,
wisdom falling like leaves, you've been here but-
every step is your first

01-07-2014, 05:48 AM	#1
Split . Join Date: Aug 2013 Posts: 8,898 Battle Record: 27-22 Rep Power: 85899399	waking life (freewrite) you've walked into meetings- intersections of paths residing in burns upon retinas, get ahead while you nap, got sleep up your sleeve, an Ambien ready, bedding is ambient setting- upping for grabs, nothing would beat black death from carafes, or sweet 27s fouling breaths in your pack.... wolf walled in the streets, balled on two feet, forgetting he's lone- howling out gasps, frozen in throat like the pouting ghost of a kiss, a step or so missed, together in tune, that sorta "on-again, off-again close"- the step of a discordant moccasin wet by the dew, as celestial coffins beat dead night askew, radio waves in Washington, Hopkinton, breaking at opposite coasts- the cities the same, Midwest limbos between, middle-kid pity to blame, death an old riddle to be living away- but no one's waiting to give us a hint, or explain, Dominican rain. summer recitals. Aruarian- shuffle. meaning washes your memory. notes colored, shuttled, start again slow. ponds from a puddle. let motion elapse. but the static just snows, globe in muddled old glass capping the slink of the elderly's cudgel, cost them forever and three to funnel the cash. meaning washes your memory. again in the attic, alight with a bottle of Henny, pretending ecstatics, but all of your hermetically froze memories follow a recipe, wrote, in a hollow of oak inaccessibly cloaked in your morrows, kinder gardened like identity crises with tinder- pardon to scratch, winterfresh gargled, and croaked. sorrow, perhaps in soliloquy the martyr mispoke- the borrowing bloke. we've all taken his form. walking in paths. and the footprints were warm. the maiden reward's nothing a castle-led voyage could promise. light, capacitive eyelids saddled with poison, boiling the silent velvet of roots, lashes of earth, Vesuvian labryinth lapped in the magma-red birth, wide-eyed at crossroads, a meeting, an animus quirk... world developing scenes, beneath you a skeleton key, an orchard in autumn, formed in a collection of turns, wisdom falling like leaves, you've been here but- every step is your first __________________ http://split8.yolasite.com Last edited by Split; 01-07-2014 at 06:00 AM.