4.27.2012

there are days for healing hands, and days for breaking them

there comes a time
in every man's life where
he must learn to come to terms
with the terrifying fact
that he has gone about it all wrong.
that every climb is met
with yet another climb.
that the very air they breathe
is poison.
that the tickling feeling
on the inside of their arms
will most likely be there with him
until the very end.

put on a brave face,
a crooked smile.
breathe deep the poison
in the air.

there comes a time
in every man's life where
he must lay among
the pine boughs
and tall grass ,
in a sad valley,
sitting next to a river
at the base of a mountain.
there comes a time
in every man's life where
the noisy din of a city
can loosen the bones
in an overworked body.
where time is a cruel bitch
and satisfying lover
set to pounce
from the shadows.

forget everything
you thought you knew.
forget everything
you have learned.
wait for an exit.

there's enough joy to go around,
and people are holding hands
and laughing on cold beaches.
and there are worn picket fences there
and giggling children.
and there are songs in the air
that seem to hang on for a lifetime.
and books filled to bursting
with beautiful words for the weary.
there are tables with white linen
draped as delicate as a dragonfly's wings,
decorated with food you can taste
for the very first time in your life.
and there are tears on chiseled cheeks,
but I want you to know that it's OK.

there just comes a time
in every man's life.

1 comment:

  1. " there comes a time
    in every man's life where
    he must lay among
    the pine boughs
    and tall grass ,
    in a sad valley,
    sitting next to a river
    at the base of a mountain."


    I find this potion of this poem to be the most moving and graphic like a simultaneously scenic and morbid epitaph. I initially read over it rather quickly, imagining a beautiful landscape enjoyed by a youthful man freeing himself of all anguish and feeling at peace.
    For some reason, I had to go back over it... and whether this was intentional or not, it still seems genius to me. The use of "must lay" instead of "must lie" showed the duality of this section that I couldn't overlook...I reread it and envisioned a sentient man becoming an object forgotten by the world, just as the unkempt grass around him.

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