This speaks for itself

Enjoy, all ye who read.

Ventures of a love-sick fool and poetic menace.

Trying not…

to hold my breath

waiting for a dozen firsts

to unfold like a hundred scenes

I’ve seen on film, starring us

feels like dying underwater must.

Bubbles of air racing from my lungs to the surface,

like a shuttle into space

hoping to alert someone whose been trained

to save tourists like me who sojourn too long in the deep;

taken by the illusion of time,

gambling with the assumption that there will always be more.

…to harbor expectations

like a ship that will sink without port

feels like trying to sift oxygen from air with a colander would

….were anyone dumb enough

Yet here I stand waiting for the next gust of wind.

…to ask questions I can’t stomach answered

makes me feel half empty as a glass

sick of being examined instead of drunk.

…to function

as if the two things I love and use most…

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About Ben Naga

Pilgrim on the lam. Please feel free to explore the links to learn more. I trust you will find some things there will have been worth the effort. See you there.

Posted on April 3, 2015, in Republished. Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.

  1. Reading on. Brilliant the message and the brilliant wording. Makes one feel we are on a race to take in all of the air & life in one moment. Yet, we do know life is but one moment in time. We arrive. We visit. We leave. We return? A question not answered while living in this jurisdiction.

    Thanks for posting. 🙂

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