The Drift Line

Holding the hands tightly
An involuntary shudder
Courses through the flexor digitorum profundus
Lungs filled with salt
A heartbeat ahead of the mistake
Lovingly wrapped in chains
Wind pounding into a tympanic membrane
Watering eyes
or is it something else
Push back the tide
to tell of this no more
and find a hole of solace
Where deaf ears and mute mouths
are the only company to keep
Inside an hourglass
Under sunlights reflection
a fond goodbye
is never heard
and a long farewell
is the final act of kindness
at the edge of sanity

The flexor digitorum profundus continues to shake

-s 20090422

1 Step to the Drift Line

A vergence
as adrenaline surges through
the irony of brief immortality
and the permanence of consequences

cervical fingerprints
an unforethought imprint
of subconscious rage
dances with reality
ever changing dreams
into posthumous surrealism

an excess of auditory stimuli
an abscess of premeditation
all within the cortex

hands drowning in blood
attempt to wipe time clean of this
wiping away at a furrowed brow

One way to leave this room
One answer to do away with this world
One road for rebirth
One epilogue to make this fiction

-s 20090520

2 Steps to the Drift Line

Alive in this darkness
Penetrating joy
Rejoice in this
unfathomable truth
a lifetime to be here
as if the dreams would never compare
Nothing would ever be the same
Resting upon this clavicle
breathing away dusk
holding gently
Mixing dioxide
in this state
Dreams melting away
Broadsided by this vivid saturated reality
as a match to a napalm burn


a sledgehammer shatters everything
and a fire ignites with a fury

One short blink
Leaves all changed

The flexor digitorium profundis begins to shake

-s 20090424