The cleanest I’ve been :: SOTD


Keep Art Alive :: “Getting Maid” :: Art by Seth Armstrong

I don’t advise,
and I don’t criticize,
I just know what I like,
with my own eyes.”

(#ThrowbackThursday – old writing of mine)

by me
originally written in July 2000

I hold out my styrofoam personality,
and I try to be glass,
willing you to see me,
to know my thoughts,
like I think I know yours.

I am a sponge,
soaking up every movement,
all the twitches and tremors,
translating them into what you want,
whether I’m right,
or wrong.

I sweep up the floor around us,
paint a new day for you,
with the colors I caught in your eyes,
whisking around in a dream,
and in your labored breaths.
the tone of voice I choose to use,
reflection of my sonar intuition,
excavating the air in your lungs.

And I expect it,
from you,
to read through my crunchy and brittle exterior,
to see inside.
pull out the hows and whys from between my ribs,
wander through the maze of my mind,
know what I need.
even though I don’t know what I need at all.

I haven’t the time to see,
too blinded by this furious race,
to make answers out of you,
to make you happy,
to make this glass house stay,

Clean :: Depeche Mode

3 thoughts on “The cleanest I’ve been :: SOTD

  1. Wow, what a stunningly beautiful poem! Have you heard the “Bare Version” of “Clean” by Depeche Mode. That’s my favorite mix, unplugged just Martin Gore’s guitar and Dave Gahan’s voice.

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