Airy Wishes

Airy Wishes
by Luke Muench

I leap,
the bough bending
beneath my weight
behind me.
The sky
calls out to me
with open skies,
beckoning me
to float in them,
to drift lightly
with the feathers and leaves,
a vibrant rain
showering me
with life.

My grip slips,
sending me slamming
against the hard earth.

But my eyes
will not be torn down.

The Quiet Companions

The Quiet Companions
by Luke Muench

Blue,
I flow,
a constant stream.
Loud,
I cry,
a startling scream.
There,
I run,
a reaching hand.
Here,
we dwell,
united we stand.

A Dangerous Thought

A Dangerous Thought
by Luke Muench

Floating
in the back
of your mind,
I wait.
Impatient,
unruly,
an agitation,
I wait.

Can you contain me?
I doubt it.
Can I you feel me?
I know it.
I make sure of it,
bouncing ferociously,
slamming myself
against your skull,
rubbing my coarse,
scratchy self
up and down
your consciousness.

But still,
I wait.

There's only
so much
I can do,
bobbing about
behind your
maddening mindset,
so steadfast,
stubborn,
stupid.

I want-
nay, need-
to break out
of this
calamitous cage,
my shackles
chaffing my soul,
melting my meaning
with an intense
inattention.

Yet,
what can I do,
chained to your
certain uncertainty,
unwilling to venture
beyond your
fleshy home?

... I can be heard.

So, still,
I wait.

Barrel Rolls

Barrel Rolls

My world
spins around me,
though I sit
stagnant,
focused,
alert,
undeterred.
Commands,
unconsciously,
escape my lips
for any
willing to listen.
My comrades,
zip in and out
of sight;
I help
as best I can
while spiraling
here and there,
barely alive,
trying,
desperately,
to survive.

With a final push,
we break through,
rising to the skies,
with victory
ever audible
and exhilarating.

A Breach in Internal Plumbing

A Breach in Internal Plumbing

Again and again,
I slam my head
against these bricks,
in hopes that
I'll get something,
anything,
out of it.
Ringing
fills my mind
with every crunch,
whispering,
encouraging me on.
Blood drips
down my neck,
clotting my ears,
blinding my sight,
I no longer
able to see
my foolishness.

I continue
long past
when the chimes
have ceased,
uncertain of
what else
to do.
And,
finally,
my time
runs out.

Flowing Forward

Flowing Forward

I hear her
in my heart,
pumping the blood
that keeps me moving,
if only
to see her again.

Lectured to Death

Lectured to Death

A stream of words
slap me in the face
while I helplessly
strain to hear
the ideas
buried deep beneath
the gibberish.
I dig ever lower,
with my pen, hoping to glean
some meaning,
yet only finding
my own grave.

I fall to my knees,
exhausted,
as I feel
piles of debris
slam against my back,
pushing my curiosity down,
my eyelids slipping shut,
hoping to escape
into my own mind.

The Death of a Sailor

The Death of a Sailor

Drowning,
I flounder about
for something to grasp,
some rotting flotsam
or the buoyant body
of another.
Waves crash
all around,
the seas shouting
with a blind fury
to float anywhere else
or just die already.

I consider the second option
thoroughly.

Haunted

Wrote this during J-burg staff reunion

Haunted

I stride down
these musty memories,
corridors I haven't tread down
out of fear
of remembering.
My one hand's at my waist,
the other covers my face.
I stumble through
a forest of cobwebs,
the branches catching
in my hair,
blinding my mind.
Terrors await
around every corner,
listening for my
faltering footsteps,
plotting to pounce
on my unsuspecting heart.

Will I ever find a way
to tear these thin shackles
from my knotted head,
or must I set them aflame,
leaving nothing behind
but ashes and wishful thinking?

Gasp

Late to an RA meeting; wrote this instead of paying attention :P

Gasp

Feet slap, frantic,
stamping on my sweat
as I sway
in a
chaotic step,
a boulder blundering
down the sidewalk,
uncontrolled,
unkempt,
uncertain.

My eyes dart wildly
to and fro;
my brain can't collect
any thought
in this
basket-case of a head,
heavy with heightened senses
and a heaving conscious.

I hurry on my way,
wondering where
my shambling self
takes me anymore.

Suddenly,
I stop.

Breathing heavily,
I slowly slide
the door open
and slip past,
with the most convincing
air of nonchalance
that I can muster.