OPEN BLIND
Dancing in darkness;
I thought I knew him...
I weave & arrest,
In one breath:
walk right through him...
But he's not who I thought,
And the music: it pounds...
I don't hear his name,
And in laughter I drown
as the world falls away
and my face is quite red...
"Too bad..." I thought,
"What was it I said?"…
But my red face is sad,
as I walk away scarred…
Because he wasn't half bad;
hard to dance when you’re hard.
And outside & after,
I stand and I stutter,
And that isn't like me,
As our eyes find each other...
And when I follow blindly,
to search out his name,
Inside my mind I collapse & I'm framed
by the patterns unknown & the people bemused...
I'm awake though I slumber,
and why not his number?
If only I'd slept
I would not be confused.
Written By Jason Wright
APRIL 5, 2005
- For Bob -
Excuse my wacky behavior; sleep deprivation is a scary thing.
But when I called you delicious, I assure you, I meant it.