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Tuesday
Mar122013
System Restore
Tuesday, March 12, 2013 at 12:00PM The bed sheets rustle.
You're an octopus of hands
here and there, and everywhere
I haven't been touched before.
You take me to a foreign country
crude in its customs.
The currency of my innocence is no good;
you smirk at it as if it were fool's gold,
though there's no denying
the telltale flush of your quickening desire.
Hostage to your navigations
I'm your own private stowaway
unwitting visitor to continents
for which I have no map, no passport
and no desire to visit.
I want to return home;
I want the used-to-be
before the never-again of it all,
want to set my brain, my spirit, my heart
to system restore,
to a time before . . .
you.
Reader Comments (5)
Wow. Just wow! Even though the words are horrifying, I had to read it several times. I love the idea of a system restore.
Oh, this is just awesome!!! Some of your phrases are simply stunning, like recognizing yourself reflected in the eyes of a tiger you meet in the woods. Captivating. Haunting. Real.
-- SynthGirl
www.SynthiaMasters.com
Wouldn't we all like that option with life?
I realize I could have expanded this little poem but I was too tired to do so. It says what I meant to express, so I guess it's as long as it needs to be.
Hi there. The last 2 or 3 comments I left on your blog never showed up - including one yesterday. At first I thought you just didn't approve them - and that is okay -- but I just wanted to make sure... so this is a TEST comment, heehee.
Hmm, I checked my comments and I don't see any you've left recently, aside from this one. One of those cyberspace mysteries!