Seeking a new light
To warm these cold bones
Running through the night
To feel your warmth
I’ve been seeking words to shake
The earth
Switches to flick
For new thoughts
To see your face and my own
Jack Bennett
Seeking a new light
To warm these cold bones
Running through the night
To feel your warmth
I’ve been seeking words to shake
The earth
Switches to flick
For new thoughts
To see your face and my own
I am weary like a dull piece of pottery
On the verge of shattering
The very shards of this fine work
I call myself, will break away
Distancing themselves from me
I start to wonder
What piece was truly me?
Lying underneath a hundred of shards
I whack the strings of my guitar
So hard
That it may produce sound
If I beg it
Please let out music that people will like
Please make me a somebody
Please sound good
Maybe it will listen
I beat it so hard
That it’s irreparable
So, I go to town
And buy a new one
A fit of insanity
Spasms through my
Body
It’s vigour fills me
My pupils widen
Blanketing my identity
Till I’m nothing but black
I smile so hard
My teeth fall out
My tongue dances along my gums
To the beat of my heart
Setting the rhythm
The bass of my soul
Melodious
My mind sits back
And listens
It’s damn easy
To forget who you are
To let the skipping stones
Cause such ripples, in your pond
That you can’t even see your own reflection
You lose sight
If you let people
In
It’s Sunday morning
The calender says so
For all I know
Days don’t have names anymore
I watch my legs move forward
And backwards
My feet clumsily doing what feet do
I get him to move his arms
Just to see if they’re still working
I crack his fingers
The sound is pleasant to me
But he cringes
While climbing the stairs
I pass a mirror
There’s someone else there, not me
I look behind myself
There’s no one
Aside from the many lists
Of employees of the month
How is this possible
He copies my every movement
We walk closer to eachother, hesitating
But back off suddenly
We stare at eachother for the longest time
Both of us seemingly waiting for the other to say something
I ask him if he has a name
He flaps his lips open and shut but there’s no sound
I ask him again
Still, nothing
I decide to waste no more time
I have work soon
I walk on
Without a glance back
I watch myself scan items at a till
He’s blurting out polite jibberish again
The customers soak it up like butter on a crumpet
Day in day out
The same music
The same lyrics
How does he do it?
“Another day, another dollar”
He repeats like a mantra
I tire of it
And think of her
Soft, milky white skin
That you could sink your teeth in to
Her hips, wide
My hands glued to them
Her eyes locked on mine
Seductive
I’m in between her thighs
She slowly slips it in
Moaning
And he’s still scanning items
What an idiot