Cutting Away What Was You

The past was like falling asleep.. The awakening was a never ending night of terror... The pain in the ocean of piano keys is a scale never in tune.......... The knowing of never knowing how, makes you leap into the place of no past present or future....limbless I wait... The numbness of eating one spoon of my mind at a time never getting full never running out of grey........ brings some joy...I cannot remember your name or your face are you sure it is not a mistake, here at the door of no knocks. Roofs with no air lined scarred holed to many found that exits...... while awake. I lay watching as I must I am told, While another slice of the pie which is I, grows cold........ James McLain Friday, April 10, 2009 Google poetry James McLain