Monday, April 5, 2010

Renunciation

What am I supposed
to do
juxtaposed between
living and dying
between a sheet and a shroud

The Dr. blew the whistle
it's the:
End of the line Madame
Game Over
Checkmate
Stopped dead in my tracks
Comin' to a screeching halt
kickin' the bucket....

Where shall I wait?
in bed
on the couch
perched in a tree?
Can I drink beer
eat blue cheese

Who will keep me
company
as I hallucinate
shit morphine dreams
nirvanically stare

Who will
believe my visions
hear my sins
wipe my
dribbling secrets

Who can Witness the
switch off

I wait
in the privacy
of myself
stripped down to essence
revelations
silenced
by weakness

Gaping out the window
that has been cleaned
and polished
I watch on all fours
for my wolf...

2010 Rozanna Landavazo

2 comments:

  1. As usual. Relative, empathetic, stark, sensitive, sobering, poetic, impressive.

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  2. Wowwww, your poetry is something else! You really evoke emotion. Wonderful.

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