To me, this came across as a persona who is making it up as he goes along. As if boredom intimately forces the lethagy and the need to react against it in a beautifully lazy fashion.
There is also a measure of intensity to it; a quiet push forward as if warding off sleep or trying to find some rational sense of going on. It gives that beaten man feel that is not that easy to write about without breaking a language rule or two.
But really, we're poets. Who better to break the laws language than us, right?
Thank you for writing this piece. I think it's beautiful.
I liked this piece with your fantastic art displayed....i do a lot of pieces free-hand and with art so they take on a different expressional persona than just posting them - dare to be different and dare to allow yourself new realms of expression
Submission Name: How the sunlight dances...
