sometimesihatemycat

In early morning
Stillness
A train whistle
Split and traveled
Fast
Bending trees
And raking grass
The shockwave
Slammed
Straight into me
Shaking
Picture frames
And aging meat
From well placed
Hooks
Inside my brain

-me

~ by April on March 27, 2022.

Posted in Body, Death, Humanity, Identity, Poetry
Tags: Anatta, Anicca, Body, Brain, Chaos, disorder, Dukkha, home, House, Images, Meat, Memories, Order, Pictures, Poetry, Shockwave, Sound, Train