Sunday, October 22, 2006

Poem - In the Wild

In the Wild
by Wylie Kinson

If you can’t find me, it's because I’m not there
I’ve gone to a wild place
where answers are found like plump grapes on a vine
where someone will tell me what it’s all about
explain the dark mazes of my mind

When you look into my eyes, what do you see
my soul, your dream, our destiny
If I could tell you what lurks in the mists
what monsters or flowers or music exists
where we embrace ourselves in luxury and riches
ride white elephants, and tame wild camels
and eat scones and cream like a social group of bitches.

I find myself in a predicament with no easy explanation
Keep looking
but the promises I give are like dandelion feathers in the wind
I know your fundamental being
You won’t give up on me
Forever striving for the inhuman state of monolithic morality.


Anonymous said...

Lovely poem -- very evocative imagery! Great job, Wylie. :)

Wylie Kinson said...

Thanks TL! I don't for a second consider myself a poet, but sometimes these words just scream to get out of my mind - and novels just aren't the appropriate forum for this type of mind flush, you know?