My roommate is a brain.

Response to Poetic "Simplicity"

My roommate is a brain.
While the lights outside are dimming-
While my thoughts are fervent swimming-
While I, I sit alone.

No sound she makes, but lumps & gushes.
As lights would rise: be lightened!
  I struggle holding onto thoughts:
      spinning, thinning, multiplying,
      feasting, expanding, spreading,
      tensing, fighting, making...

    Too many to write.
    Too many to hold.
    Too many to think.

But at least there is the brain that is my roommate.

EG
Oct 20, 2010
1:15pm

English goes NOM

English goes NOM

A human death is tragedy
But in a book - a novelty.
With names of men just mere creations
That rule a farm or grow the nations

Or travel to islands near & afar
In spaceships, through tunnels, or rides in a car;
Snaking and sliding further & further in - -
With victory, with sadness, with triumph, with sin.

I can see it all from the comfort of my chair-
With a lamp, with a light, with a drink, with a pear.
Consume me, O Book that can bring me to living
The lives I haven't been given.

Take me to the worlds unseen
By my little self, so simple, green.
You give companions I wish to hold
Through love upwelling & secrets (un)told

I see the truth, yet question the points
That be in my life & heaven anoints.
I live through the words that dance there before me
Where language consumes: the land of possibility.

Elizabeth Gay
1005am
9.3.10

*express the loss of control under the influence of poetic/literary words

Finding One? Or Settling with the Multitudes?

She plays the game. She buys the ruse.
He's just a man; jardly worth her time.
But he's got the words, the art, the articulation
That will send her sweet tintillation.

She speaks back with coyish flutters and false gaspings.
All along she slides closer and closer
With voices that say no
And lips that say go...

"Nervous and shy for the moment we will come alive"
She knows these are the rules
That draw him into her
That bind her (under fur)

So it's the call and the illusion that she does love;
And give her precious breaths,
With passion pulling him with her hips
Deep kisses, warm skin, light-fingertips

And ecstasy she can find in the arms of a man
The look to the strong, heavy chest
Enveloping her from above
Descending upon her body like a dove

To rise to the greatest of pleasures, screaming in the dark
Soft moans and grips from within
Bring her a joy uncaptured on her own
Yet is she still alone?

*Lyrics songs from:
"Six Feet Under the Stars" All Time Low
"Secret Valentine" We The Kings