Tuesday, 20 January 2015

~ Disposed me! ~

~ Disposed me! ~
In the sticky rain of longing,
Of unkind, wanton love,
That with prolonged flank,
And rusted flagging walls,
Where my ‘will’ sits waiting,
Dangling her feet, subconsciously,
Around those eerie edges,
Not knowing,
Sore-in-the-eye-of-the-belly junk,
I have become …
How long would the wall sustain?
And refrain from,
Splitting into multi-faceted pieces,
Nettling rubble of it,
Splattering on the swampy land,
More zigzag, little oblong, my graveling presence …
Soft and dangerous … may be, it is!
No long from now!
Sigh! No more long from now,
I’ll be eaten up by the necessity of obsoleteness,
To be gone! To be gone! To be such gone!
But where? Will I ever know?

1 comment:

  1. when home is lost we can feel so anchorless...
    will i ever know...i dunno