Boxy

-
Boxy box box
I never found the lock
And can't escape from here
The box grows and shrinks and changes white to brown
I've shed a several tear
And I hear the child sound

Round and round
The sound surrounding
Continuing to sink and floundering
The water was at my chin
And I thought I was nearly all in

Box box boxy
Take a chop of her locks, she
Won't mind if you do
And neither will eye
Pressed against hard clear
I maintain separation for fear
Though I never realized before
I could maintain this core
Feature of my brand
Till I sat down and
The good doctor explained you have to commit to the bit
Likewise, inevitable unpleasantry
Becomes glory gloriously and free

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

-
if i can if i can only if i can only, maybe maybe i treading lightly where others have dived surely this maybe this now i have dived deep but have not drunk i have kept my eyes closed to the glories surrounding me time and again i have underestimated how long i can hold my breath i have been holding my breath throat tightened for years waiting to see waiting to see clearly i breathe in and you are here oxygen to me hold me, love i have been submerged too long i will learn to be held by smaller hands
Read more
-
Swing wide round us, Jupiter or Venus Your own orbit need not concern us I am not concerned At least, I do not shy from your hatred, Indifference, or admiration: Your opinion is the only one that matters Or *means*: Glass-water prism, small droplet seen You can see little You alone can see clearly I dare not attempt to persuade. No, you're Charon or Europa Circling round another planet (Perhaps we shall someday see half-clearly)
Read more
-
Home is where my love is. I did not choose this Correction: did choose this, when I was too young to know worse Perhaps I still am Perhaps it was coincidence. My friends and I congregated in The hot brown box where we first knew each other Where we knew in our small-seeming large problems Demons themselves haunted our souls and the halls (Thick with the Holy Ghost, The Christmas room was an enclave)— And they my friends chose and they kissed Where others had before them What I'd feared I would not resist Bringing lovely home to mother Or leaving them behind Cataclysms behind locked doors for new eyes. But you, you, you Our staging spaces are variants on the Same sixteen-year old couches Same blue carpet We danced to damn WeSing here Where we now scrape knowledge and care Off elbows and arm-fat. Your mother was spoiled; I heard her complain Her eldest's treat spends less time with your family than mine As if she had any right to a son-in-law's time...
Read more