Apocalypto On A BlueBird Kind Of Sunday Morning~

I do not want these eyes

anymore

I want to be all lids

shuttered

blinds

eyelash threads

over under

in black silk

through the cheeks

 

I am a fossil

no one will be left

to explore

 

Even the most obscure

bones

found a place in history

 

Do you understand

we did this

to ourselves?

 

If thine eyes offend thee

pluck them out

 

At the window

a blind girl waits;

fingertips play a melody

close

open

up

down

the blinds

comply

 

 

The bluebird

becomes

a defective pheonix

 

Sunday

the churches

are all empty

 

 

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Author's Note

oh well ain't it swell~ =/

Reviews

[MuSe Ampoule]

Best stanza:
"At the window
a blind girl waits;
fingertips play a melody
close
open
up
down
the blinds
comply"

When the world fails us, we fail to continue caring. Aren't we all the blind girl...looking for one minor facet in which we can effect change? Beautiful!

[Rorke Hardy]

Really good! The imagery and emotions shown flow perfectly. The blind girls movements and thoughts intertwined with old and whimsical quotations makes for an interesting read.

[shultzfeather]

cheer up baby, you need to laugh, scream and shout with a stranger like me. I will not put up with boogetyblue. Your poetry is wrenching. Other tools are acceptable. C ya tamarry

[John Jackson (El Juero)]

I can picture the eyelash threads, thought of a Tim Burton movie. The blind girl is the only bit of hope in an otherwise bleak existence.
Your complexities ever tantalize my ability to understand.

[Pretty Faces Split Open]

I love this!
"I do not want these eyes

anymore

I want to be all lids

shuttered

blinds

eyelash threads

over under

in black silk

through the cheeks" is absolutely brilliant

[Brett Campaigne]

Such terrible and liberating things you evoke with maximal efficiency and elegance

[.]

there is a change a comin'

[Jibey]

A sense of emptiness and loss pervades these words, with little hope of the light dispelling the darkness...

[Aidz]

If all Sunday morning where like this......

kewl

[Marie Harrison]

Love it
I felt as if I
Was living in
A western
At high noon

[Pax Analog]

Is "defective pheonix" intentional? If so, wry typo defect indeed.

Humans take few courses on real wholeness, or possess that inherent daimon drive toward creatively optimal realization. Hence, the inevitable breakdowns of systems built for half-assedness of being. Fortunately, any self-transcending human IS the real good world, regardless of the cracks in the ill-built matrix.

Worldless grace beckons. Then beacons to what remains.