Time Ripped Open

Abstract, I know. Yea. If you don't get it, don't blame me. :-P

And time ripped open

like a yellow wax pepper

and the words fell in

lost somewhere

in a sea of pale brown seeds-

at least they weren't lost on you

 

A memory called to say

I forgot to remember him

and some verses poured

into nowhere

and everywhere all at once

but at least they didn't get stuck

 

My tongue feels glued

to the back of my hand

forcing the pen to march

on to infinity

on to those places my eyes

at least won't ever have to see

 

The pockets of my jeans

are full of tossed thoughts

little scraps, I will throw

into the sea of nod

in where the dark seeps

at least as far as I can know

 

And time ripped open

like a red ripe plum

and my mind slipped in

sliding it's way around...

around that time I realized

at least I'm not awake

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

The first stanza became stuck in my head, and the rest followed. I probably don't grasp it any better than you do.
C

Reviews

[Michael]

Hi C-

I think the point is we will each get it in our own way, even for those that don't think they do. If nothing else it creates a space for reflection. That is always a good thing.

[Teenage poet]

I love the way it flows together. Excellent work. You have impecable (dont know if i spelled that right) word choice. Keep it up.