Sentencing Lala

~ Ziggy Mang

My heart warms and nestles

in & out of sanity

High is when the temperature is
Fashionably late and your heart
Is the strobe cruising along the
Arabian sea knowing you can
Drive to Dubai from Kannur
Within a day through the water
Held in a bottle of eye drops
Because anything is possible
When jazz makes the swings
See a child and his mother or
Shakti who morns the absence
Of Brahman while the fog sits
Over the valley of Shiva
As fireworks caress your skin
And make their way around the
Waist of Cleopatra and a figure
Built of glitter throwing flames
In drunken sailors eyes that
Have traveled from Israel in
Search of a bird sold down the
Road from the City Center
Painted in pastels and hiding
A mosaic of horses that I begged
To be mine but the mail doesn’t
Send laptops before the hospital
Holds mayan princesses
That have read the codes
Within a…

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Published by Ziggy Mang

I write because the thoughts would otherwise bleed through my head. I do not know if I am ambitious anymore, I would just like to tell everyone that since people like to think all else. Everyone should be ambitious but I can never feel it in me forever; every time I go to sleep it seems like I just wake up, not a dream or image comes to my mind except these stale moments where everything I was the day before becomes erased. The poems and stories I write are who I am. They are the only bits of myself that I can keep from each day. Its not amnesia but I lose my head or else I can see these thoughts bleeding through my head. Can't you see that? Everyone else thinks I'm crazy but I do know I am no oddity or artist just that I am breathing words that can make sense even if the images seem blurry or dim.

What do you think? Criticisms and praise welcome.