Sunday, September 17, 2006

hollow.

hollow out this space of use
take away the objects of display
the piano feels empty
white notes to distinguish black
but nothing squeezes between flats and sharps
so vivid memories fit into childhood recollections
hollow out your adolescence
something began there
ruptured and subtracted
to fit into a form
hollowing out the divide that created you different
a little odd and totally absurd at times
but all you
all soul
hollow out your days that turn slated
jaded and worn
ragged and ruff
they turn you out into the coldness
the hollow of your life
you were never made half whole
all of you becoming
constantly deserving