Odd, creepy. Please read, not just the words, but the meaning. Hear my voice, my tone, and you will see what it is I am tlaking about. Actually enlightening, if read the way I wrote it.
If you have ever held a mirror in fron of another, or been in one of those funhouses, this may be easier to understand. I cant really explain it. Just wrote how I felt, and had a very interestng dream. This is it in as short of form possible.
I think the title and poem itself says all I need to...and by the way..no referrence to evil or the devil here...just whole hearted writing. NOTHING SUBLIMINAL!
Just....Dont ask. This was one of my pass out and wake up three days later in Tiajuanna with no pants on type poems. I woke up and there it was. Enjoy sort of.
Late at night, I wrote this. Outside I sat staring at the moon and forgot to get a breath. Funny feeling, not breathing. That next breath is like our first, after awhile without air. A new beginning.
One morning I was sitting on my bed and could hear the hot water rising up through the heating pipes and the first line of this came into my head. Non-rhyming poetry comes very hard for me. With rhyming verse I find the search for the rhyme somewhat controls the direction of the piece. When you take that away I really have to write from within. I like the results. I must try to write more of it.
This poem has been selected for publication by the The International Library of Poetry in their spring 2003 publication.
