One has not eaten true fire until one's feet have danced in front of the blinding headlights.
Your eyes gleam as it encroaches
Glowing with the inevitable.
However,
The moon remains untouched until your skull has tasted the gunpowder from behind your eyes.
Can you taste it?
With your fingers?
Do you have any?
But your hands...
Your hands!
They will reach into the mouth crazed by hunger and come up in one piece.
But fingers are ignorant!
Fingers will continue to search for the mouth that will bite!
But let's not steer our attention away from our ears.
For they are of equal blame.
Place them into the soil and wait to connect.
The Earth knows no love until one listens for the melodies of God through the carbon and nitrogen atoms that give humans and stars the same name.
And just what can you do? You contain the correct ingredients, just not the right formula!
What a pity!
What a shame!
So what can you do?
You can taste the colors of the walls and describe why they were painted.
Use your senses, all of them.
Push your fingers into the flesh of another, and revealed to you will be the flavors of screams.
You are learning!
By God you are feeling!
Keep feeling!
Keep feeling!
Soon you will begin to pluck souls from the ground.
As you deliver the tree to its demise, a thousand droplets of blood fall on your tongue.
Taste them.
Taste them.
Enough tasting!
Now rip out your tongue!
But maybe it's not your tongue that's the problem,
So pull out those teeth!
You desire to have your cavities removed, only to discover your pain stems from the flowers growing there.
The flowers,
What beauties culture in your mouth?
They are growing,
Their roots separating your canines from their gums.
That is root weathering!
But,
I feel the muffled voices of the stars lingering above me.
But this noise is better
Much better
Because
One has not yet experienced the grip of anxiety until one has inhaled the stale breath of pure silence.
Enough about sounds!
Keep exploring taste!
The flavors of God remain widely unexplored until one has lifted their tongue to their eyes.
Can you see God through your tongue?
Can you taste him there?
If not, try harder!
Chew broken glass, and trace your tongue around each shard to try to find your reflection.
Use your sight!
Use your sight!
Only then will you find him!
Find him in yourself!
As we were born from his reflection.
Shhh
Quiet now,
Quiet now.
There is no work left to be done.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
