To a Narc

November 28, 2012 by theplaidant Leave a comment

The old supply is running dry . . .
To bleed empty for a paper cut-out,
a textbook example
Smooth rhythms and delicate releases
pad the cell, feed the dissonance
Confusion is my straightjacket
Anguish is my guardian
But beyond, the day is bright
and abundant and worthy—

Fill the room with this light and
feel its offering in my marrow