One More Time
Another rattle corrupts;
one more burnt offering
at the tip of a loose tongue.
And it all comes with smiles.
I’ve been struck.
Behold, my bare chest.
HEAVING.
Sending thrusts of breath into a dying engine,
cycling the promises
…again and again.
Hoping for change.
Surviving on the residue
of something beautifully conceived
and artfully broken.
One more time,
this has to be the last time.
I can’t survive on an illusion.
Dreaming makes it hard to breath,
I think that’s why every time I try to
sleep, it really feels like “falling”.
Is it because I’m further away from you?
Perhaps that’s what dying really is.
Perhaps you are what dreams are made of,
and that’s why I can’t breathe.
Tonight,
when I fall I’ll speak your name; Imagine that you can hear me.
Hope that you will catch me,
and dream
….one more time
-James Kelley 2013, All rights reserved.
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