February 22

deviant art by sly devil



February 22


1.
In the hallway full of road signs, they're all therapists, their headlight eyes blinking out suggestions for change. Yield is a metaphor for sexuality, turning left is a cry for moderation, stop; you know I never talk about her. And though I may say that they should turn that all-powerful bright light eye on themselves I know it is I, am in the wrong, as surely as Jesus knows I'm a sinner and my father knows I'm no good at taking punches.

2.
In the hallway full of road signs, they're all therapists,
their headlight eyes blinking out suggestions for change.
Yield is a metaphor for sexuality,
turning left is a cry for moderation, stop;
you know I never talk about her.
And though I may say that they should turn
that all-powerful bright light eye on themselves
I know it is I, am in the wrong, as surely as Jesus knows
I'm a sinner and
my father knows I'm no good at taking punches.


C.L. Bledsoe


Posted over on Right Hand Pointing
1. Cortney's prose poem.
2. Line breaks by Glenn Buttkus