fitzgerald
Why you gots to be that way, honey?
setting out on a journey need not be so difficult
setting out first step just don't stop keep going till it hurts
or till it don't anymore
don't just sit, set out and keep your eyes focussed on that horizon, honey
don't be difficult, go
glasses on the man in the tweed coat. very smart. dapper.
shiny shoes and a whiff of tobacco.
marking assignments and dreaming of the day when he can rip off the harris tweed and dance in the streets in bare feet
Through the black, inky depths of my mind, I sink
Deep into recesses I never knew I had
Deep, I sink
to think
and bleed out what I find there in black ink on white page
pulling out everything I have to somehow feel something
to belong
somewhere
Sinking into blood, guts, pain
I never knew I had this tucked away
Repressed memories and places I never knew I was
She stands.
In the cold
dense
forest
the only sound the plopping of snow from the pine trees into the drifts.
She stands
watchful
aware
graceful and elegant.
She stands
looking over her domain.