From the Horse's Mouth

by candlelight

Posted in Mind Goo by theskinhorse on April 13, 2009

We write poetry to bleed truths.

It’s easy to cycle-in

Is an out-cycle truly a change?

The book is not the same as it once was.

Neither is my handwriting.

Now we are ErRAtic.

Now we simply let go.

Because… ? … that is what we are so often taught to do… ?

Window scrapings in the dark:

Still on the outside looking in.

“Shall we?”

Dancers I don’t know.

My muscles are held so tensely;

it hurts.

(pain drives people toward expression.)

Soft rolls under the tension the surface holds.

She sees better than I do in the dark.  She catches small offenders that would otherwise go unnoticed.

We track progress:

like an animal for some,

like a formula for others.

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