pungent.spew

perching upon the brink of indiscretion
a new position
renders her.self unraveled in the crook of a thought
nestled within a heart.beat
speaking a language so profound
so synchronised
so recognised
inside the pupils of fear resounding
in echoific cracks of previous implications

posing

a question of no remorse
of no hindrance
filled with veracity and sanguine beauty
tussling with the prospect of

surrender




... ... ...

like i am standing in front of the mirror of cracked words and smiles
bleeding themselves upon the skin of itching discontentment unleashed
in tangible form upon the palms of my hands scratching through
the skyline of dreams and linear trajectory,
twhirling in the tunnel.wind of life's flow
in and out of the frame i stand in
day and each day
nite and each nite
shimmering even in the blackest hole ofblackblankness
baring bones of stories and interactions stinging the subconsciousness
of such interactions biting at the present moment underneath my fingernails
sewing holes inside the holes inside the fire of ubiquitos juxtapositions
of mymind
entangling it.self within it.self peeling layers of no.thing
building dreams of glitter and dust and
clay
taking on colours yet to be borne
unseen by even
me
who has held them all
harboured all these
.things.
these
colours

these dreams
this desire

this desire takes a tire
swing
ride right into the epic.center of it.self

and i am lost in the overwhelming colour.hue.scheme of (my) wings





.



in the absence of self.interrogation


who am i to impose a fierce innuendo
at the foot of the path my feet are

tangoeing


creating


in this journey before me,
i wish for ocean waves and green
to breach a sense
of ...something...
a sense of tangible contentment
recognition
validation


home...in this world

(the taste of vulnerability
.squirming.
the taste of letting go)...



who am i to say
that this
won't work
will fade

who am i to say

that it will

stay and flourish...


who am i to even wonder that.


who am i to turn my back.

can i stay and not walk away

from my.self


inside all of this



...