noah nomadic


the body chaotic


i am the
body chaotic falling feeble to
every urge,
compiled of dissonance and discord

hips too wide for a
stomache once taunt now
sagging under its weight since he
ran his rough hands
up and down with the smoothest touch, still too much
creating invisible scars
inside his rockstar car

i no longer associate the painless with the quick.

the body chaotic fights to free itself,
counting down to nothing.
choking in secret,
cigarette stained encounters-
it is control now,
open lips kissed by fingertips that
trace spread hips

the body chaotic begs to be broken,
shredded by words not spoken but emoted through
bluegraygreenbrown eyes
speaking silent volumes,
returning everytime for a
cigarette's kiss

i am the body chaotic,
a silent storm that swirls around a
center not seen,
destructive in my nature,
breaking down and
broken in.

Submitted: Tuesday, August 19, 2008

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