ennui
sleep too thick in your eyes
words that catch in the throat
a harsh word or a turn of
the face that gets my goat
maybe i’m not down but i’m out
caught here for all these days
i hold myself, back from the edge
almost comfortable in the shadows and haze
dazzling here amongst the trees
could you stand about, shuffle in
the needles and hold me in your smile awhile
i’ve decided to stay and keep wafflin’
let it begin inside where the fire
can’t be measured, heard, felt or sought
always ready to explode but never
the fury of the sun has come to naught
recognized a train boarded without a ticket
something found in the mouth spit out
trapped beneath these snow sheds and tunnels
could you be my passage out
Very engaging. I appreciate much about this work, beginning with the rapid change of perspective from being trapped to being comfortable to the expectation of being dazzled. Likewise, I appreciate the growing awareness of a presence, which doesn’t reveal itself in any one place or in any metered way. Finally, the necessity (the gift) of boredom is made obvious by this piece. See East Side Boots: “the only way out is through the middle.”
Comment by Sunsun — 19 March 2009 @ 8:52 pm