Sit, watch, wait can't get
across my mind is turning into frost, as
i sit, wait, and watch. Nothing happens..
but spoke to soon, a wooded ragaly
hard floor appears like my heart thinks
this is weird. Grey skies turns into blackness
like my...tears on the inside dipped in,
some water now its ink. To write these
poems, stories, and take photos that match
the words going through my mind of p, s, o, p,
poetics, symbols, of, problems. get up and
suddenlty right arm goes up,
left arm goes up in a circular form. As if you're doing
the tango, take one step
forward. Spin around feel yourself taking a step back, some
music comes on.But refuse to
listen, to their kind so you turn it off with
your mind. Feel yourself going backwards
but not falling so you thought. It let you go
down drag you to a chair shows a
movie of life. Turn your head and close your
eyes, because you don't want to see what
all of the mess up shit, it bitten you with.
The music comes back on this time
it can't be turned off, you close your ears
don't want to hear. What is being played
it yank you from the chair, and you and whatever it is having
you to do this. Can't complain
explain what is being done but
remain expressionless, and also
numbness. From its dumbness, it lifts you up. Let you
fall hard onto the hard floor, you get
up everything disappears. You're outside its dark
the music is still playing, start walking while walking,
in the streets you turn around. A hand comes
out you turn around, and sees it, feel frozen a rope
swipes you in heading towards the darkness. Still
frozen have no choice but to go in, once in
the music stops and plays your music.
Point of this is....dance with death it will make
you listen. To what it plays, attempt to
except......pulls you back have it to listen
to what music you play