Things That Have Sharp Edges
the harlequin inside of you cannot soften things that
have hard edges
your pointed collar, your puffed chest, your servant
character unable
to dull the ends even with one hundred inclinations of
body language
things that have sharp edges are not as eager to
entertain as you are
they don’t let you fall in love handsome faces or dance around
in time
things that have sharp edges strain you into odd shapes
headlong into
distilled regret burnished by bad hands, drunk
processions, sad enemies
improbable is a gracious response from the things that
have sharp edges
the things that leave you hungry for details and for the greatest
escape
the heart inside of you cannot ease the disorder of my trenchant
story
the things that have sharp edges are deceptively casual
and cut in deep
the singular purpose of my long inner monologue is to not
accept the truth
things that have sharp edges are revelatory
even the
unspecified parts of you recognize
You are such a headbanger, Nic. This clip was loaded with sharp edges, lol!
ReplyDeleteI read this poem on Friday, but was so stuck in the numbers game that I completely missed its relevance, so I'm glad that I checked back after a morning of writing. Now I see the beauty in it, the symmetry and the metaphoric glory. This may be cheating, but it's way more creative than making a mere list! I love everything about it, especially the suggestion that inflexibility will try but cannot kill the human spirit.
Verrrrrry nice!