Tuesday, June 14, 2011

pathos for pathos

in the dark, we wait like lions
song-chilled all the way through
seeking meaning where there is none
making religion from stone and yarn
scraping fingertips on fences
drawing runes in the dust

something inside us screams
there must be a method, a pattern, a reason
for all of this
for the grating sound we don't realize
is our own fingernails on empty slates

hopelessness is terror
hopelessness is freedom
it's not a sickness, it's a phase
an exercise in the logic of luck
a study in the origins of belief

we find our reality in the rainfall on windshields
in the undercurrents of light and sound
a scrapbook and a bottle of vodka
we find our reality in blood drops on paper
spreading into tiny flowers before our eyes
and in our fear, we forget to be afraid
in our hopelessness, we're driven by hope
because in the dark, we wait
we wait like lions

1 comment:

  1. I like this one! So many cool phrases- "song-chilled," "wait like lions," "making religion from stone and yarn," and I could go on. It has a sort of mystical, dark tone.