Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Bandaid

Rip it off
Quickly, before its too late
This wound is trying to heal
and needs air

Feel the sharp sting
The adhesive tears from the skin
once needed to stay intact
no longer serves its purpose

D0 it quickly
It hurts worse if you peel it slowly
like a child you don't believe me
there is that fear of the pain
trust me

it was comfortable there
for a while
safe and protecting the wound
but now the wound is rotting underneath
the suffocating layers

Tear it away
Let the wound breath Dammit
It needs to breath
to be exposed
It will only be a second

Go ahead and cry
savor the saltiness
Healing tears
Feel the sting
as they fall on the wound




Thursday, July 9, 2009

Potato Nonsense

Potato Nonsense

Where are the answers to these questions?
I have not looked far enough yet,
that much I know,
to give in to a life bound by doubt and queries

Something in me tells me there is more
More, or maybe less....huh, now there's a thought....
This is not good enough for me
This existence driven by vain pursuit
of something

But where to start?
What do i strip away first
to get to the root
the heart
the essence
the truth

What happens when it feels done
like an over boiled potato....
falling apart and disintegrating....
meal, bland, and worst of all....
waterlogged!
Full of too much of a good thing and made useless.

Maybe I should end this poem now
Its moving into something about a root vegetable
is a potato actually a root vegetable?
Ah, back to that....
Getting to the root
the heart
the essence
the truth.