Kuriosities

rough draft – May 5, 2008, by K.

Bemused (i am naught )

Lou,
tell me where to find it
that cool ocean pebble with
which to stop up the pit of my heart
that same round stone to plug and
still the rushing tidal roar

i flow unruly over these red hills
there is no rhythm, no calming cadence
no ba dump ba dump to metre
my journey onwards, i spill forth
in great rushing surges, a mess
of passions and unmeasured pause

    there is no sense in this.

teach me, lou
i want to learn how to do it
the steady venturing forth,
the aloof precision of marching
my veins, arteries, a map of  tidy lines.

i want manifestos, odes, adorations!
i want nothing.

i want to be the pounding of the surf
you sink yourself into.  

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I am in a foul mood, and there is no rhyme or reason to me, or it, today. I am one minute angry, and the next spilling over with sorrow. I am grieving, but there is no one to grieve. I am lonely, and yet I am full of loathing for company.

My heart is sore. I am rubbed raw, and tender. I want to be rocked to sleep.I want soothing.

I want.

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