Concerto in C4 – Part Tres

July 21, 2009

I kneel.

I kneel down.

I kneel down to look.

I kneel down to look at him.

I kneel down to look at him
staring.

I kneel down to look
at him staring
back.

I kneel down to look
at him staring
back at me.

I kneel down to look
at him staring
back at me, shattered.

I kneel down to look
at him staring
back at me, shattered
glass piercing.

I kneel down to look
at him staring
back at me, shattered
glass piercing my illusions.

I kneel down to look
at him staring
back at me, shattered
glass piercing my illusions
of self-confidence.

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Concerto in C4- Part Deux

July 19, 2009

I step.

I step back.

I step back from the dust.

I step back from the dust and look.

I step back from the dust and look
around at the wreckage.

I step back from the dust
and look
around at the wreckage
to find.

I step back from the dust
and look around at
the wreckage
to find pieces.

I step back from the dust
and look around at
the wreckage
to find pieces
of myself.


Concierto in C4

July 12, 2009

I strike.

I strike the match.

I strike the match
against the black.

I strike the match
against the black box.

I strike the match
against the black box
of explosive material.

I strike the match
against the black box
of explosive material
that holds my fears inside.