The death of a moon cowboy

I am a somewhat-youth with ideas and thoughts and too many dreams that sometimes overflow as these little dribblings from my fingertips. I guess you can try to collect and capture them.


Saturday, October 15, 2005

We're all the same

I often feel
a strange sense of independence
as my vision soars high overhead
my body static as I stare at my scalp

My equilibrium flips
and I am aloft, held in a lapse
of proximity and time, awake in a quantum realm
rising high in a merge with color

The most fantastic
thing I notice while I am so wandering
is within the space situated between the bodies
and the blazen sky and myself

That empty air
is thick and large with appetite
and strings stretch from each tip of life
like yarn unraveling off endless spools

In threaded knots
the tendons tie and intertwine
where some are sparse and others knitted deep
in quilted tapestry patterns

And we shrug
our shawled shoulders and habit lives
disregarding the common stitchery makings
of our helpless and hapless world

About we go
in daily approval with distant smirks
an idle experiment of the dissonant type
casting dies to shape and define

In scissored grip
we snip inches off timeless relations
subsequently released of our connections
shot off as cannonballs loosed

This I see
in brief moments of a transitory state
before I am guided back down and into the tunnel
that straightens my runaway senses

I am aware
that we are all the same, and in this sewn fabric
of land, life and love, we've far more in common
than we would like to believe

3 comments:

Reluctant Conquistador said...

i feel this way everytime i take the subway... everyone is silent, and perhaps even lonely, but nobody dares to peep a word.

i think that is ok. we feel the humanity about us, but in a subconscience way, maybe we feel each others souls and that is enough. we just need to feel that we are not alone.

Japhy Ryder said...

i love snipping at things with my scissored grip.
i feel this like ocean water makes me feel cold in a comfortable way.

moonshinejunkyard said...

i like how the space between everyone is "empty" but then it is thick with all this stuff and tendons and life and everybody is part of this great massive substance that is really air and atoms and mass, and connected in it. it sounds like one giant human anatomy, nerves and blood and muscle all pumping together.