simulacra

city_Existence

I have never tasted the world.

With skin, I cannot live as a man

in a city simulation.

Before it rains the landscape

sober despite action.

I did not walk across

the surface of awareness

. Pure angst that it is.

Imagine happiness like held thunder.

When something is new

its artificial language displaces the

characteristics of the innovation.

But I’ve prayed for the earth

to dissolve as a drug on

my tongue. And extend

a bridge between truth

and this movement.

The blood stands in the way

like a mural of total redness.

 
I’ve never tasted the world.
With this skin that can only mirror susurrations.

 

Contemporary Poetry

2 thoughts on “simulacra

  1. “imagine happiness held like thunder’….damn it!!! I wish I would’ve been the poet who came up with this one:) I gotta tell ya, this poem was my most enjoyable poem of the week. Thank you for sharing a piece of your voice. I love it.

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