Saturday, April 2, 2011

Preface: Lights

Note before you read: In Greek mythology, the Sirens were three dangerous bird-women, portrayed as seductresses who lured nearby sailors with their enchanting music and voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island.

Spread your legs.
Swallow the last of the water dregs.
Shuffle your feet.
Every droplet is symbolically sweet.
We are stunted to the ground
but you hover to that pounding sound;
you are an engaging multicolored cloud.
The beat to your soul is so loud.
A siren tugging at your logic,
the serotonin masking the neurologic,
uncontrollably making your teeth grind,
and every notion is inclined.
She strums at your pleasure spot
you feel you are a big shot.
She summons you to eat out your heart
and you wish these nights could indeed restart.
So you let her.

Friday, April 1, 2011

Chapter One: The I, Tiffany = egomaniac?

Draw a hallow breath.
Command myself those pretty implications.
Pretend like I am unflustered and composed.
Contain the roar inside.
I am seeking to defeat myself.
As the battle rips through my rib cage.
Dead center.
Like a thousand clots,
causing an ingested heart attack
or a single air bubble,
that travels at a promoting velocity,
straight to my brain cells.
Cannot reckon but I
continue to brainstorm
continue to shut down
till I hit that freeway to a stroke
perverting my smile
reconstructing my reality
Eternally in search
for that wretched truth.