The Space Between Numb & Living

 

The Space Between Numb & Living

Days have ventured by

haphazard-quick

but nevertheless captious

opinionated as a castrated casuist

numb but brain-ready over-drive

constant thickened thoughts

for the next fix...

 

Whatever city you befriend

whatever your home,

boulevard far or closer Strip

or Suburbia ever-green

she is easy to find

anyone looking

a dirge in their eyes...

 

As much as one

would like to disappear

with sniffing silence that comes

when the nose itches white wishes

or lungs burn to breathe

cacophony

 

 

 

Days drag on

insect insidiously

all the while, she waits

to liven Saturday night conversations

becomes geode-gibberish

gladness

from a tunnel of a dollar bill

a straw

she knows / she stands in

whatever city you befriend

whatever your home

she speaks your dry tongue

a language that weeps

escapism

embolism...

 

She is very forgiving:

the space between numb

& living.

 

Reviews

[Frieda P]

What a great concept, I think many of us live in these spaces at one time or another.

opinionated as a castrated casuist
numb but brain-ready over-drive

Great line, that's money!

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you for your review Frieda.

[Legion]

A rough space to be indeed. This is a tragic piece. Very well written also. Brilliant.