Between my shadow and my soul

Tongue splatter

Bubbles are a constant obsession here,
from trying to blow the fuzz from my tiny wrinkled
palm in the bath
to the stamping of perfectly rounded spheres
on an airport floor
Always a staggered and crashing flight these ephemereal globes
of airy non substantial beauty and fascination
All those dreams pierced by blades of grass
in fields where the sky preys hauntingly and the soil
swallows whole, where do I put the precious bad ideas lurking
claustrophobic in cobwebby neurons, heroic in their attempt to splatter
on my tongue?
Some questions are better left dead

4 shared ideas:

Aasia October 11, 2010 at 8:17 AM  

I love the last line

sham October 11, 2010 at 9:10 AM  

I love this. :)
Could I point out the typo in line 6? (Always). Unless I'm reading it wrong?

Such wonderful imagery. So far, this has been the best part of my monday morning :)

Nooj October 12, 2010 at 8:14 AM  

Aasia seems like our Monday moons aligned yesterday :P

Sham I feel like I've seen your pic some-a-where. Anyhoo thanks have changed typo.

Thank you :)

sham October 15, 2010 at 8:12 AM  

That's because this here avatar floats around the internet as my main one :) it's funny how you never think that a certain image will be yer face fer eternity. But I think I'll still have it when I'm old and wrinkly :P