Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Awaiting a storm, any storm...
The storm is on its way,
I patiently wait,
My eyes littered with excitement.
My headache seethes
Above my third eye,
I anticipate its departure.
I'm aimless when I wander,
I never know my destination.
I must be lost,
Dancing in the wind,
Letting it swallow me
In a most sexual way.
I'll writhe,
I'll vanish.
My name will be remembered
But only briefly.
I'm just one face
In a sea of faces.
A grain of salt in a shaker.
A meaningless atom,
Useless.
For once, I want to be the ocean.
5-4-09
I patiently wait,
My eyes littered with excitement.
My headache seethes
Above my third eye,
I anticipate its departure.
I'm aimless when I wander,
I never know my destination.
I must be lost,
Dancing in the wind,
Letting it swallow me
In a most sexual way.
I'll writhe,
I'll vanish.
My name will be remembered
But only briefly.
I'm just one face
In a sea of faces.
A grain of salt in a shaker.
A meaningless atom,
Useless.
For once, I want to be the ocean.
5-4-09
Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
Awaiting a storm, any storm...
Awaiting a storm, any storm...