Thursday, December 30, 2010

behind us


padlock on a rusty gate,
table with candles,
candy and cake,
disappear behind abstract talk,
concealed,
laughter loud and fake,

where do we go?
into the crowds or behind the curtain?
into the sound or behind the mind?
wanderer,
no-mad,
drifter,
deserts,
tundras,
streets,
highways,
hallways,
doorways,
to rooms,
to beds,
to dreams,
portholes,
tunnels,
ever seeking...

I am,
so many other places,
so many other parts.






3 comments:

Old Ollie said...

You just stabbed 2010 in the neck.

Fisheye Lens said...

Tragically, I could find No Exit from the domestic den this Christmas. I may not know where I came from, but I know where I've been, and I can get behind anything.

signed...bkm said...

love the last stanza - you could start a new religion with it....bkm