Joe Morishige - A poem
Restless, wandering, searching, pondering, forgiving, accepting, looking, finding, losing, loving.
Hip words on tangled fingers come
Slow them down, down, down, way fucking down
I keep looking but I'm missing something, everything
But then... I find something I fancy and I hold it close, too close
So close I'm soffocating, its cutting through me and I'm a mess
Not to be confused with a human connection
Something pulling me away from my breath, from everything melding molding infinitely
I try not to forget that I am an no different than you, than the words you speak, even when they don't enter my consciousness they live through me forever
But I forget, then there is you, and me, lonely in my head, lost
Eventually, I find something again, the same words slinking around my finger tips
Then finally in a flash the words make no sense and I am free from their spell
I shake my hair like al lion and run, I embrace my animal nature, it's been fighting to come out
I hold myself close, with open arms accepting my nakedness for the first time
Who knows where they're going?
What they're supposed to do, and when?