One Giant Failing Leap

I’m jumping off a long high rise into a cauldron of space
smashing my head into a glass window
full of tiny porcupine needles to feel the thrill in it all
This is what it feels like to go into a hyperactive shock
Jumping and moving and telling everything
all with shaky hands and twitchy fingers
tie me to an airplane and send me to the moon and back
and I would bow at your feet like a dog
This is what it feels to be already gone
three miles down the road
praying for a truck to zoom its way into my body
So I could catch it with my ballerina’s feet
and kick it into oblivion
like myself
into a place so deep and down that my bubble pops
and I’m lost in a moving nothingness
that consumes my skin like a parasite
starving for its next meal
When I’m all gone
but still present in every single last thing
that decides to wink
and show their Cheshire’s teeth
at a wife pricked with nerves and booze
while her husband stands two feet away
looking at the produce aisle as if it was his last meal
Growling to get to apples
ripe and plump and young
Much nicer than the saggy pears decomposing with age
I’d settle for floating again to nothing
as my crazy leg bounds across the table
like a jackhammer set on high
And that shoulder pain
pinching my testy nerves
and my flapping tongue
and my roaming eyes
always roaming
they never stop to take a rest
what for?
let me be that roller coaster
forever in loop
Dizzy spinning youths
until they throw up from too much regret
until it comes crashing down in some magnificent explosion
I was that clown standing too close to that inferno
I’ll get burned to a crisp catching a flaming child
in my fragile hands
Handing it to that lady begging for her child to survive
a hundred more children died
their screams melt into my pounding head
But I’m relishing in my dancing fingers
flying, crashing, burning
I’m already speeding up
washing the old out
and flushing my system with the new
The waves of energy leak through my pores
Makes them big and unattractive
Makes the boys run away
and gives the girls hives
I’m oozing yellow like a pimple
Then I finally fall down on red

 

 

 

 

Author: Timera Gaston

I write because I can. It's my own special voice and it couldn't be any better than this. This is my growth. My history. My pride. A journey lives within the each and every word. A journey that i want to continue to share.