Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

terribly
totally
tired

this is an exercise to get me out of the cellar
this is a knocking on the door
you can't hear because my knuckle is hollow
I'm collapsing to the floor
no, wait
I'm holding on to the knob
haven't fallen down the stairs

you can't hear me because it is raining
I can't compete
I'm stuck in the musty smell of my thoughts
look
they are curdling
so much spoiling milk

I'm sitting now
back to the door
don't know what to do with my dreams
but enter them again
I will sleep
snore

maybe that is a better life
than hearing the clock tick
the rain fall
the door not budge
dinner's vapors taunting
as they seep through the cracks

power from these few words

I’m pretty sure
That what lies on the other side of the door is a place worth protecting-
Maybe even sacred-
I wanted love- I got spiritual because I could not
Understand loves dangerous allure
Couldn’t see through the blur
Of what I really felt love should be
Found out it began with me
Sometimes I would slam it shut
And act and react like a total slut
Only love can do that to you
I had such highs and lows- babies born and taken to Africa
I could not see my feet - my head was so big


I liked it
The madonna/ whore complex presentation
Left me free to experience temptation

an eloquent picture of ennui
and the questions we all seem to have
about whether there is something better

well done....convincing