There are times my unconscious mind
becomes a maze my soul cannot navigate.
I struggle against my destiny. I fall faint from fatigue.
I shun embracing my grief. I'm an abusive lover.
I leave bloody hickeys on the sky and callous, ragged
tooth marks on a lovelorn moon. Some days I lay
prostrate in the corner of a windowless room.
It is then I become an hysterical, hideous, heap of a man.
I have what I do not want. I want what I do not have.
Still other times, I become one with the dolphins.
I dance across a star-domed astro-lab.
My silhouette leaves bite marks on the moon.
My passion leaves hickeys on the sky.
I am an ancient acrobat soaring above a mystic sea,
all the while, there is a man in the moon gently smiling upon me.
Posted on 06/26/2006
Copyright © 2006 Scott Utley