desperately seeking nothing

has some good moves...not much else though

yeah that's what I thought

to the music of the vacuum

cleaner,

         cleaning out my eyes

         of every indigo vision

         ever taught to be still.

photographed, perhaps,

bleached out washing line blues,

post-machine whir. blank.

 

I taught the kid in me that laughter

was for squares; shut my mouth,

shut out. pointed at the earth,

like a prophet.

 

and I strung my guitar with awkward

fingers, plucked the strings with awkward

gestures--

sang a song with a crushed voice- voiceless-

and left every note standing on its own; lonely.

 

yeah that's what I thought,

candid without a candle--

over the handlebars, shocked

into the sea,

ephemeral, black and black,

a stone in the throat.

croak. bark. slit.

 

so, forgive this pen of words--

absolution I do not seek.

 do not seek me.

 

Reviews

[deathcabxcutiex]

I like the lines:
"I taught the kid in me that laughter
was for squares; shut my mouth,
shut out."
AND
"and I strung my guitar with awkward
fingers, plucked the strings with awkward
gestures--
sang a song with a crushed voice- voiceless-
and left every note standing on its own"

absolution- always reminds me of muse. overall, not a bad write, interesting.