Self and reality. Symbol and language. Myth and image. Memory and consciousness.
Dream and unreality: locus communis.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014

In the Dark

Driving to work was frustratingly slow— on two occasions traffic lights were stalled out, blinking red— backing up rows of cars, the proverbial parking lot. However, I managed to finalize a poem for Quintet— an additional lyric for the solo vocalist persona. Following a blank sonnet format, with limited rhyme, yet standardized meter, the sentence structure echoes a typical song, experimental phrasing to some extent, but a song nonetheless. A firm title is all that remains unfinished now— because the primary meaning of the poem is retelling of a first, intense longing for another, a basic premise, the title should develop a deeper secondary theme all to itself.
72/ —or even deciduous, docile, decorum, decorous— chocolate mints, sweet on the tip of the tongue, phonetics darting between the lips, a daring kiss between strangers

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