goodnight neophyte

he was the machine
that saw inside
her head
that felt the body
of the invisible
moving below
the lights of unmet
streetlamps looking
on

the hum of a motorway
heard a depth
of tone
where speed divides
danger, excitement
extracting from the
united states of neurotica-
a fervor crucified
in the screeching
of brakes

the thousand lace-like
lacerations spread
their mesh over the
steaming surfaces-
a penant walk over
miles-
the phenomonon
still presents its puzzles

but remain
a mystery swelling
in the pulled-sugar
clamp of her sex
dreaming of all her-
limbs expanding over
time and tides of chains
and intervention

the movement of hands
stay steady-
their will a slave
they know no difference.

Comments

[Ken]

Really great writing.
I know it is open to various interpretations, but what I pulled away from this one is a novice in the topic of Love and how those emotions can be a fantastical type of car crash. Your heart and mind might be perplexed in the actions but your body knows what is true, despite the cuttings of caring.
That's what great about Love. Ask five people what it means, right now...and you will get

[Ken]

five diverse and meaningful answers. And even though answers can change based on where that person is in the process of love and its discoveries.
Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it heals.