Poetry: In Sepia
I live in sepia
Speak in phrases -etched on tea stained pages -contained in anthologies saturated with abstractions
I dream in rainbows
Hearing mel-od-ies in PCP induced keys- of legato dissonance
the world whipping me with its displeasure- The vibrations from my laugh bouncing upon their eardrums after every lashing
-whoosh
I dance in gray-scale, a mono-chromatic 2-step to a 4:4 rhythm, swaying my hips when I think that no one is looking -
gyrating
-love thrusts
alone
I breathe in hues unknown- wading through fog- my lungs
Tired
Heavy
Taking in the spirits of those lost along the way.
Z. Walker Copyright 2009
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