23 August 2012

Me, Knife

This soul is not Pierre nor
Delphic queries on the tongue
of a dead French philosopher

Yet a day does not pass
without replacing the heart
or switching out the mind

Or is it heart every day
and mind every other?
Confusion, exhaustion

I know it happens, I feel it
reaching for the blade-mind
gripping handle of the soul

Ignore the whispers of Sartre:
blade, handle are distractions
I am the Knife within my reach

2 comments:

  1. dang man...viscious write....with a really tight last line too...

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  2. Really enjoyed this, especially:

    reaching for the blade-mind
    gripping handle of the soul

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Don't suffer your crimes
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