A reversal in the sky, or a story about blurred vision--
those obscure colors swimming in pools of terror--
It's a life in the wrong place--
it's a reality shift—day for night / night for day--
a surgical subtraction of self--
complete loss of identity--
being broken, broke and devoid of love--
homeless and bound for an unmarked grave--
the sickness, loss and surrender--
another nameless and trashed junkie found
reaching for heaven, but just missing--
It's a bad connection like a broken heart
on a tattered sleeve--
It's being serious like a busted vein--
It's a spiritual call that's lost more than won.
It's iced-tears coated with melted salt.
Total and finite calamity where you discover
reality's always bleeding thru your ruined and running vision,
and there you sit, pondering, totally eclipsed in a catatonic dream.
Where you find even your children are the enemy,
reminding you of who you were and now where you are,
feeling your lost love's the only solution,
as you desire to inject to reject this odd void to fill,
believing that you're really different,
saying: - I needa hit ....
Ah, the truth is the world's afloat in myths,
and you sail your boat like a captain toward
the unending illusion of paradise.
Timothy Resau is currently in coastal North Carolina. He is busy writing poems, stories, as well as working on a novel. He has a piece forthcoming in Eskimo Pie.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.