Consciously Arriving

Frozen
by Natasha Head

I have seen a life laid to waste,
in the name of pure stubbornness,
in the absolute definition of denial.

I see my own life.
Caught up on the same rails,
charging full steam ahead,
to a tunnel where no light shines.

The gates of experience fly by.
Still frames of adventures
I have excused myself from
for reasons, for selfishness.

Vanity … shame.
The double yellow line,
solid and illuminated,
laughs as I attempt to find the nerve.

To dare cross.

Throwing up walls of resistance
as the hourglass bleeds
grains of sand I can’t afford.

I have seen a lifetime
laid to waste,
and in its shadow,
I have seen my own.

where you get your pleasures;

i got on a two day drunk;

i turn away and my sister

comes up and just hugs me,

she just fucking hugs me.

Desperate mankind, the male

just made a trip around

consciousness.

And he made it

up.

my malibu and coke

so who’s talking don’t beware

I’m just a figment

of neither here nor there

but we are

and you know you’d give yourself

to me

to enjoy

diving hesitation

i got to work for my love i cant just have it

i have to work for my lust i cant just manage

i want to be ravished

raged in your rouge

blushed on your pants.

oh, you wrote a poem?

You reblogged a black and white photo?

You want to be wanted? Ignited and daunted

out with your debutante,

rustled about the pyre of the night?

You think you’re too dark,

so you won’t take your skin beyond,

afraid to leap into the light of merciful-eality;

the drooping day? You know why I write?

And I am all that you need, but babe

if you leave it up to me I’ll just leave

you needing.

im on a dust im on a stoked

im soaked in the blanket of days

and my jazz is festering

is baked potato smooth

and lucid yellow honey gumdrips,

or whatever color you like and want

or need.

Who is the person that you bargained again

about?

Wrapped in reality? I

already explained myself

and a self’s defenses.

This is how we ink.

I like your smell of foot.

it smells like a moist band-aid

wound.

that’s how close we must get.

If we are to be

lovers… again.

i got to work for my love i cant just have it

i have to work for my lust i cant just manage

i want to be ravished

raged in your rouge

blushed on your parts.

you didn’t give me what i wanted

but the level was just

on

went beyond the witness

moved into the beyond

brushed aside the business

and got our ramble on

ancient infinity

you sound made up

where did you get your parts

from?

I’m duely needed.

Made for making makes.

Hairless animals are an abomination to all animals.

hang with your family.

stop writing poetry.

Don’t regret the second coiled in your oblivion.

create your face

in the mirror that you want

the water spell tries for wants

and all its got

is its self.

It made itself its baby.

It made its baby itself.

lucid

I tried so hard

create your face

in the mirror that you want

the water spell tries for wants

and all its got

is its self.

It made itself its baby.