There are times my unconscious mind


becomes a maze my soul cannot navigate.


I struggle against my destiny. I fall faint from fatigue.


I shun embracing my grief. I'm an abusive lover.


I leave bloody hickeys on the sky and callous, ragged


tooth marks on a lovelorn moon. Some days I lay


prostrate in the corner of a windowless room.


It is then I become an hysterical, hideous, heap of a man.


I have what I do not want. I want what I do not have.


Still other times, I become one with the dolphins.


I dance across a star-domed astro-lab.


My silhouette leaves bite marks on the moon.


My passion leaves hickeys on the sky.


I am an ancient acrobat soaring above a mystic sea,


all the while, there is a man in the moon gently smiling upon me.

08/11/2006

Posted on 08/11/2006
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