Monday, June 21, 2010

Voracious Repose

with wrists bound
my dreams dragged me away
sunlight only a memory
as I sank, immersed in black
spots expanding to faces
voices as if from a well
and then from behind my eyes
words that made no sense
as I stood in their living room
missing a wall
missing reality
this fiction floating me deeper
until I see them as distractions
empty talking heads
to hold my gaze, my thoughts
so I wouldn't notice the ropes
fettered to this illusion
where strangers don the faces
of my heart ties
devoid of love, thought
aberrations with fabricated smiles
feeding upon the light I held