By J.J. Tindall
CARNIVALE
I hate my hurt
I hate my lies
I crave light wait
I crave lightness
I crave release
from the heft
of dreams, from the cruel
realities of
desire
the death of me
sets me free
the death of you
that’s news
the breath of you
that’s truth
I am bereaved
by the theft
of you
cleaved
by the less
of you
the press of yearning
I hate this weight
but it is life, but is time
I crave the bright
I crave the best
of you
I ache
to fly
alone above the skyscrapers
temples and tombs
light released unleashed
from grief
it’s true
I have my hurt
I have my lies
honed by hurt
hammered by lies
light like a dragonfly’s
wing
stung by light
stunned by incessant unfathomable
longing
I dream of no dreams
free light no
news no
wings
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J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
Posted on June 29, 2009