Poem Revision

Forgot to post this last night, with my inagural journal entry.

I searched through my "Free Write" folder and found this poem -- originally saved as "11.25.06 -- wake up at 5am in NH". I have family up in NH, and I'm prety sure I was riding in my family's rented mini-van when I suddenly woke up and wrote this.

I like the feeling it gives, and think it could be turned into a really solid piece.



...


Pixie dust, Diamond chain
Stretches on like cities of rain.
The towering skylights claiming fame
Burn sparkling patterns on cool black ways.

Pure blue minutes
Watch them tick -- fast away
While red hot Rocket moments
Burn away lazy (part-time) Sundays

Looking for a New place to go
Where it's slightly less marigold
All the innocent, obedient children can wait
for appropriate times and nurturing (maturing?) dates

And if Orange can be Crystal clear,
laid on in mint, milky mink coats,
then there has to be a sidenote
floating around for the nuisance we found

Barely covering up her deepest despairs
the Lacy scraps of underwear,
Just to find it'll never be there
Again
...or maybe it never even was.

Tired Crusts of what cannot be sleep
Infect my eye, plummeting in quite deep;
forcing secrets for me to keep
Deep in the cherry blossom know-nothing hills
...this was not part of the deal.

The moment I step up, I forsake
all the principals I've been taught while awake.
But, then again, that's only one plane of existence I've come to known,
only one dimension my Conscience calls home.

Otherwise, it roams
Haunting oxilated messes of parallels,
4ths of shadows, and tinkering citadels:
in which i tried to protect my curious mind
-- in over its head, but started out meaning well.

So what if I cant sleep well?
Face marked a burning mess of read and tell
With fiery stomach acid upset like hell
All the weeds all that can make it feel less hell.

Force those eyes back shut
and the creative things flooding out are begot.
Must return to the otherside of this
Inescapable living experiment.

Sleep.