the sky is bruised as the sun forces itself upon the sleeping world
angrily making the air thick with hostility
somehow stripping moisture while saturating it with perspiration from all living things
just a haze
a nimbus around my vision
focusing on all the wrong things and in my periphery i see shimmering bodies that may appear closer than they seem
i feel like the sky
bruised and sore from throat to sole
the gymnastics of scaffold climbing and ladders making muscles scream that the normal parallel motions don’t require
i’ve left my normal world for one perpendicular to my norm
less stringent seeker and now moribund monkey
staring at the night and wishing desperately to chase it across the sky
live in perpetual darkness
sleep upside down like a bat as the sun abuses the world
but it’s quiet for now
even as the mercury rises in glass confinement
so take what you will from this but knowo the small blessings are the only ones i have yet to figure out how to screw up
so i’ll take them
Gorgeous description, Mike. Like, so so good. You are so great at that, pulling the reader right in and painting such a vivid scene.
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i force myself to write one poem in the car as i pull into work. five minute time limit. i looked up and the sky looked bruised. i had a new idea watching them weld that the lights look like cotton candy. forgot until just now.
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