David Jones's Blog, page 1359
July 3, 2012
A Fresh Start
I need a fresh start
That suicide of leaving
Which forgets it all
And begins anew
Where even memories die
And there are no snakes
To poison the air
Or sustain that long dead Me.
I need a fresh start
To sleep without vivid dreams
And wake without wieght
Or sickened knowledge
Of this corrupted old life
With its sneaking smile
Of cunning ruin
On that ever present face.
I need a fresh start
To leave behind that old ghost
Which is between me
And what was once the true peace
In this toxic air
Of over thought thoughts
Wh...
July 2, 2012
Haiku #32
The blood sucker strikes,
Sinks into flesh and drains life -
Scars remain for years.
How I will look if the sun ever comes back to England this...
How I will look if the sun ever comes back to England this summer.
July 1, 2012
I really will stop with this now and go to bed. G’night.
I really will stop with this now and go to bed. G’night.
A Dialogue With a Black Hole in Outer Space.
I thought, if only I could cry, I would feel better, but my eyes were like deserts. I tried to be God and make it rain, but there was nothing. There was such a universe of nothing. All those stars, those galaxies, those vast portions of vacuous black: mere nothingness, resonating, existing only inside me, so that I was the entire, sham universe, the entire, dead void. I am the black hole which ate reality and made it this: a blank.
