Showing posts with label Tea. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tea. Show all posts

Monday, September 1, 2008

Tea

My chest recedes, caving in on itself

My heart as if skips beats in a pause

Or drain’ed all blood from thy plus’ed muscles-

Pulse dripping crimsoned cells throughout

Diffusing my life beneath my lifeless

Veins blued to a false reality of packaged

Skin reflecting tracks buried well within

My mind drifting in an upward dazed fancy of

Desires beyond control – desires I allow to control

As if a heightening herb I have recently puffed.


Though deadened, thou not hardened but

Thou disseminate in repetitiveness

Carried without the break of beats

Once thought so thoroughly so –

And thee float still,

Clouded aroma seeping outward from

Thou permeable bag in tarnished brazen hue

Hazened by a thrust on thee chain of twine

Clasp to an anchor on either side

Replenished to the outer most edge.


And my heart flees – I cannot sense my fingers trust’ed dance;

My thoughts drift westward-

The dreariness of the Angel’ed city

Cover’ed with the weary under smog ridden clouds

In man’s mistakes in a conglomerational

Demise impenetrable to the rays of elation-

Demise of opaque beings amongst opaque overcast:

And the daffodils and the herbs reflect stagnancy;-

Blades of green wilt and crumble to dusty

Demise aside erect’ed concrete projectiles.


But thou tea continues to defuse

Despite my absence – thee darkening

Thickening liquid rising upward into anchors

Draped over whitened porcelain lips

Now slippery, yet wetten’ed beneath

The darkling strand cast out and over

Puddling a diffus’ed succession into

Anchor’ed tabs spreading life outward

The cup confining the liquids hued

By thee – bag of blacken’ed stimulation.


Yet, my dissolving liquids hold me captive

With my mind in realities far above my

Physical self projection in matter sealed in skin-

Society defunct in realization

That I truly exist beyond even the subtlest of touch;-

And my “sole self” lifts onward unto mine truth

Seen as shortened in foresight present-

Forlorn! my heart skips inevitably:

Invitation to grace and prosperity-

I disperse no more – or dispensing still.