Thursday, June 23, 2011

looking for your soul

The haunting look in your eyes
As you watch an old man catch a fish
Digging your deep hole
I thought you were looking for buried treasure
Instead you were looking for your soul

I have spent a lifetime throwing your dirt into the shadows
Our bodies are metaphors for our lives
Things that people are expressing
What we express and what we don’t express
I can’t see how your teachings last

Spending your nights on 8th street
Listening to the underground voices
Marching to a giant inside out
Your body made of space
Placing your lines in their proper order
Piling insult and injury upon the earth

You are troubled by the lack of linear narrative
Wanting new things to be just like the old
Developing your metaphorical references
Accusing me of being an extreme individualist

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