Timeline

When I was younger

I hid from the quarrels

Sandwiched by my thoughts of escape

Latent were the evenings with hostility

Immovable air hung over the rooms

I imagined a silver screen

Filming all the drudge

I burnt my rug for peace

Entranced by the wisps of smoke

The chesterfield was chipped

By the time I was ten

A place mat full of woven mirrors

Stared up a me

My upper lipped bloomed

Early in spring one year

Between the moods of sorrow

Adulthood unfurled in distance

I had a line in mind

When seeding my family

A bridgeless moral divide

Gaping before and hope

Living unaware and merciless

The thunder returned clapping my consciousness

Moments came with the current

Receded with the choices that came

After the needle dove with guilt

Surfacing to bounce to and fro

Mimicking the waving tide

Lapping at the shores of me.  

Clinging

The bespectacled man is wary of the movement

By way of those practised reactions

That comprise the core of self-definition

Limbs are lost when the tooth aches

Infected with the distaste

He feels for the moment

Out in the breeze all is peculiar

Blooming with the sun

Bending with the splashing

Shores long gone he floats

So far from his mind

Homeless with the tides of fate

Was it supposed to be this perfect

A gull poses the question

Soaring above his weightless head

He knows of need

Utility cruises with the thirst

Channelling all the fear atop the bulbous current

Almost free

Perhaps there is unabashed beauty

In the seconds of the light

With his newfound jewelers focus

The cerebral boat dissipates with the midday heat

Leaving him to bob the waves. 

Yuck

As the striking chisel

Plunges into thought

Long formed by reactivity

My brow leaks

Hardened with regressive spells

I am driven by the sixth sense

Autonomy escapes me

All around a blinded me

Wanderlust never fails

To capture the release

Of nascent belief

Anew Anew Anew

Till the carousel slings

My curled form

Beneath it’s wheel.