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What?

My teeth clack loudly for attention

My tongue clicks to be heard. 

I yawn, and each ear pops its knuckles

Ready for a brawl. 

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Human Galaxy

Starlight streaked into my eyes
And colored the heavens within my mind.
I reached for the sun but it was gone
Instead my flesh burned at darkness’s song.

Startled my fingers curled away
and the sickness inside screamed at the day.
I tried to cover my ears but found
my hands had melted down to bone.

In agony I closed my eyes
but wickedness within would thrive;
if I kept the light outside at bay
so I tore off my eyelids and fixed my gaze.

The stars burned fierce and electrified
the alleys my mind had once designed.
I cried out in pain and stretched my skin
to try and keep the laughter in.

Blood spun out and painted the sky,
all the darkness smiled at my demise.
but light bled in where veins had been
and kept my torn heart animated.

Re-formed then and born of light
my eyelids stars, my blood-light bright.
when darkness falls, I will show the way
for others struggling to find the day.

Mama?

Mama, did we ever finish talking about
That memory I have where you told me on the way to Walmart about a woman God wanted you to pray for;
And the woman had told you she needed prayer right at the moment when God told you to reach out to her (the moment you did reach out to her);
Well, remember how that memory
Was in my mind, and I nodded along as you told the story to dad, several weeks
(A long time) after you had told it to me.

And how I knew what you would say, before you said it, because it was a story I knew? You had already told it to me? I remembered it from that trip to Walmart?
But then I brought it up, I said
“Yeah, I remember you telling me about this; it was that one missionary from Ireland, right?”
And you looked at me strangely and
Balked;

Because you had just spoken to this woman
Today.
This story had just happened
Today.
I could not have known it
before
Today.
But I did. I knew. I remembered
Clearly the entire thing;
You told me it as we drove to Wal-Mart.

But you insisted you had just spoken to her
This had just taken place;
you’d messaged her; this conversation was dated today!
My memory was in the wrong time frame.

And we drifted off somehow
Forgot to keep talking about it
And now I wonder
If I experienced some intense form of déjà vu that
Inserts a memory into your mind, very specific, very neat, very certain even after that moment has passed, with surroundings and clarity;

Or if God told me what would happen
Before it did.

I wonder.