There is a joy in fullness
and right now, I feel so full of wind
and fire and words
I could blow away at the tiniest breeze
so hold your breath ladies and gentlemen
I need to stay here for a while
just for a few minutes
I want to tell you about the poetry
I’m holding in here.
When I sit still I can feel everything
I can feel the air touching my skin
I can feel my clothing against my flesh
each tie of my flesh unto my bones
and if I stop breathing for long enough
I can even hear my blood
sifting through my veins
in an ever cycling stream of red
that has never ceased to flow
no matter how much of it I bleed
and I have bled quite a lot recently…
Skin is a strange thing.
Skin is like paper—
it hold us, supports us
like paper holds poetry in the form
like the sounds that come from
my throat vibrate and hum
until they become something that
you can hear and recognize
and each separate word is attached
to make meaning
and meanings are strung together—
what would it be like to peel away our skin
in so many thin layers
one by one?
I shall die before I know!
And even stranger than skin the eyes
the ears the tongue and the nose—
without even one of these
how would our poetry change?
In a blind world, there cannot be darkness
because there is no light
and even the metaphorical meaning
In a deaf word,
what is the use of silence
if one cannot hear screaming?
Without our noses
could scents bring on disgust
Would the smell of our mother’s kitchen
mean anything to us?
In a tasteless world
would we still care
to explore a lover’s mouth
I am so full
that my skin can barely hold it in
but this is lovely
it is a burden I like to hold—
all this feeling
all these senses
it is mine.
and I will speak it as long
as people have ears to hear.
I will write it as long we
are born with eyeballs in our skulls.
I will draw patterns in the darkness
and speak in soft caresses and
when all other senses fail.
Poetry can be held by anything.
It can balance on the thinness
of a single sense.
A single feeling.
Explore them all.
They are what makes poetry