Broken I Am

A copper moon falls from the sky, like a blackbird unbalanced by the wind. I breathe in this polluted air, thick with lies and resentment, a cloud of disruptive gloom hanging over my heart. -pause pause- I wait a moment for the pulse to catch up with my wandering thoughts, a cyclone of ideas washing my soul ashore, battered and broken, and longing for the sun once again. -pause pause- partially submerged, I stretch out towards salvation, but only glimpse a look of despair. -stop stop- the sea can’t wash this delicate smile from my face, broken I am, but that only makes me more determined. Fuck your negativity and fuck your awkward smiles, this time I’m not dying in your arms.

(May 2004)