Running down the road
long road that it was
how it tired me
catch my breath
great dust of my heels
must it travel past me
wind in the mouth
what a nauseating ear
I think my heart has stopped
ache of breast
how can I think it
can I feel it like the
strain of my calves
what a load to carry me so far
heel of the earth
what have I become
bark in my fingernail
and muddy of throat
why do I speak to the past
must bone and wood
suffer round black orbits
deep wells of timeless youth
find a moldy apple
gripped by my teeth
no muscle in my carriage
physique combated by treading
heels
now send me to Hades
my visit is past welcome
and I am the mat of the earth
once more.
-Excerpted from The Noumena book of poetry by Patrick Canganelli, available on Amazon.
© 2007 Patrick Canganelli. All rights reserved.
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