Cacoethes Scribendi

28 May 2006

Filed under: Meaningful nonsense,Nonsense,poem — Jane @ 9:13 pm

into caverns of mindless sightless silence i flee.
a bowl of apples tucked beneath my arm
i carry with me down the slippery steps
with nothing in my soul but
unread absence.

persistence of fleeting rockbeats, flight
into heat, soft-bedded the tiles
of miles i walk with my soiled
white feet,

and i hear and
i feel and
i see what is real.

and padded chambers of literal wordings
beheld with an absence of visceral

provides the contender with semblances,
purrings, with stirrings

of what can only be called,
be labeled, (befalls),

see silence, and be saved.


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