No Place Land

By atm.itm

i am standing 

in a tilted pool 

that has been emptied 

for an approaching autumn 

which is more interesting

than being non verbal 

allowing my right side 

to make me feel wrong 

and empty

logically speaking 

it wasn’t that the conversation 

or the people were bad 

i just had no place 

so easy to slip away 

while standing 

and looking 

letting words tumble over 

taking in some statements 

to fold and break back 

into the circle of communion 

blood was still inside the 

body whole

flesh did not separate 

or shed much of itself 

to keep standing 

but the walking took things 

steps slowly leaving its slime 

sticking to a past 

so invisible and ugly 

sweaty forward to haul bags 

on aching shoulders 

i gained groceries 

i lost my pay  

gained heavy clouds climbing 

towards the descendant sun 

loosing light to time 

above screaming bouncing children

louder than the music i drown my ear with 

more words 

none of my own 

mixed with words lost 

i rather swim 

the slanted pool 

keeps the words rippling over and around 

the empty floor 

waiting for all the noise 

to be crucified 

By atm.itm