uncovered
i walked in beneath his wings
and i dreamed the pain didn’t hurt anymore
there was a time when i thought
wings were all that was required to soar
sealed up tight behind plaster and lathe
safe from the rain and hurricane
i’m no poe, i’m no plath
casting about for rhyme crime or metaphor
worth a chuckle, maybe a laugh
bare my soul, fill my hole
carry words bound and float my raft
Something Curtis-like about this work Mattwricks. Anyway, you have changed somehow, and I like. Have you always been this honest? Is that it? I know where your plaster and lathe is. Kudos on continuing the Plath theme. I laugh with Matt.
Comment by Sunsun — 16 February 2009 @ 8:38 pm
i wasn’t trying to channel curtis (ian, i presume), but i’ve had a few blue days, not reaching his level of desperation. oddly this was not penned on one of those said days.
hmm… ‘one of those said days’ seems like a good name for a poem…
Comment by MattWriks — 16 February 2009 @ 9:54 pm