miyako73
03-30-2013, 07:37 PM
Between my bare soles,
Sweating and callused,
And the hardwood floor,
Mahogany and varnished,
The friction of lightness
Glues my careful tiptoes,
The hesitation of my will
Stops my ghost, my dance.
From the edge of my bed
To the red-cushioned chair,
Limbless and antique-old,
Is eternity in many inches
I slowly count in my head
Like how I run my fingers
Along the expired numbers
Of the calendar on the wall.
Near the double-locked door,
My study table, wobbling,
Three nails less and brown,
Conceals traces of doodles,
Deep scratches, broken lines
Underneath the ink stains
Like bruises, like island maps
Guiding my relentless digging.
On the vast ceiling so white
Is the sad rainbow of grays,
The vision of my tired eyes,
Jaundiced and half-blinded,
Useless in my archaeology
Of hard darkness and solids-
Stale stench of dried saliva,
Memories of tears and rain.
Sweating and callused,
And the hardwood floor,
Mahogany and varnished,
The friction of lightness
Glues my careful tiptoes,
The hesitation of my will
Stops my ghost, my dance.
From the edge of my bed
To the red-cushioned chair,
Limbless and antique-old,
Is eternity in many inches
I slowly count in my head
Like how I run my fingers
Along the expired numbers
Of the calendar on the wall.
Near the double-locked door,
My study table, wobbling,
Three nails less and brown,
Conceals traces of doodles,
Deep scratches, broken lines
Underneath the ink stains
Like bruises, like island maps
Guiding my relentless digging.
On the vast ceiling so white
Is the sad rainbow of grays,
The vision of my tired eyes,
Jaundiced and half-blinded,
Useless in my archaeology
Of hard darkness and solids-
Stale stench of dried saliva,
Memories of tears and rain.