because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

mind-body separation

my focus, my head
melted like bubble-gum
on a summer pavement, stuck,
fucked by the
catch in my throat,
of your breath,
the taunt of the air
insistent not in every instant,
but every now
and again
pregnant with your smell,
your curve and angle,
hair a curtain of redemption
drawing down, down
on what remains
to me of
myself, whispering
that this is not quite
what Descartes had in mind.

4 responses

  1. Music and movement use both sides of the brain in coordination. Poetry

    October 14, 2008 at 11:24 am

  2. Wow, that is a powerful poem. I enjoyed reading it. Mind-body separations sounds like a poem a wrote a few days ago. It asks the question about what would happen if I fell between my soul and body!


    October 14, 2008 at 11:40 am

  3. scents are intruiging
    from what I understand they are the most frequent trigger of memory
    it seems for me, especially this time of year they are inherant to a sense of nostalgia

    October 14, 2008 at 2:32 pm

  4. A beautiful flowing out of sensations brought neatly into focus by an excellent last line. You capture that dizziness very well.

    November 14, 2008 at 9:56 am


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