Thursday, October 25, 2007

wondering why i keep moving

By Adam Gibson ©

while my country is at war

in the summer of this year
i battle it out in my head

for i need loving lessons
and kissing connections
and i need world ignition

and oily sex and
i need tasting sessions on body;

i need night skies
and lifetimes on orange light nights
on the north coast
when all is enclosed
with bliss of TV and pizza

but such a night as that one
will never happen again
because i have disappeared,
gotten lost in small movements
and the need to always
be somewhere else
when i am dying
just to stay still
for long enough
to find stillness

and make the space in me
silent enough to sleep

1 comment:

Jessica said...

that is an incredible poem Adam