Birds

Release

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(maybe lyrics? a bit cerebral… er… or abstract)

Click in the depths of my convoluted brain
Go the cogged wheels of turning, rolling back and in.

Bam to the bottom of my vessel of pain
Lands the pinpoint missile, bringing sharp-shooting stings.

It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

Pow in the gut with all my soft, tender bits
Goes the fist of regret, turning in as it hits.

Oof to the jaw in my beleaguered face
Lands the fist of the past, slinging mem’ry of waste.

It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

Caught in the wires
Of barb-ed thoughts,
Dragging up,
Dragging out,
Dredging pasts through the muck.

Cut it.
Break it.
Take it to the bone.
It’s time to begin again,
The seed’s unsown.

It turns again. It burns again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

New leaves sprout.
New seeds sown.

It starts again. It’s new again.
I yearn again. And learn again.

©2014 choiSOSS

Travel Scrabble Board folded with "JAMMED" in the crease

Baskets broken

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Picking up each egg gingerly,
You hold them briefly, inches from your face.
Eyes believe they can see through the pores
Of the shell, but only imagine the motions.
You have no view of the albumen, the yolk;
You cannot see that the shell is broken.

Just as gingerly, you place each egg in,
Lovingly, gently, carefully, even though
The basket is broken and each placed egg
Just rolls around as you walk, until it
Finds the opening and falls out; No matter,
As they already were cracked in your grip.

So studiously you wander, gathering eggs,
Collecting them in vain: your quest self-perpetuated.

©2014 choiSOSS