Rachel and I wrote this poem while both describing two
separate objects (neither of us knew the other person’s object while
writing). After finishing the poem we
both tried to guess each other’s objects (guesses and actual objects are at the
end…) My lines are in italics and
Rachel’s are in normal text. This was
good fun so try it!
Mechanical
strangulation limits my reach
Carrying the unguided and
Misplaced power to identify
Indefinite lives beyond a sphere,
Endless objects at a
finger away.
Gaping holes that go unnoticed
Teachings that dispel no truth
All encompassed by those who
Advertise apathy.
It is baffling to find
such restriction in utter
simplicity.
Yet I am bound;
suffocating for Dead.
Careful to move slowly
and anxious to run.
Run from it—
This message carries none but uninherited
Unsubstantiated philosophy.
A ghetto of molten green trees and
Empty, decaying, forgotten benches
Is lucky to survive.
Lucky if I am saved.
Unfortunate and
disregarded isolation-
Infinitely watching;
never touching.
Restrained, gagged
anticipation.
I am detained
indefinitely.
So stroke your hand across my neck
And down my leg and
Close your eyes to the reality
Surrounding this facism.
Untie myself
Liberate hostility and
entrapment
And run.
I will flee or
escape-but
I will still return to
suffocation again.
Your passivity will likely go unnoticed in your own home
But it’s seeping is nearly as
Dangerous
As this blur of preservatives,
Constantly on the offensive.
4 May 2004
Emma’s Guess:
a dying plant in the corner of a room in a house
Rachel’s Guess: a
car
Emma’s Object: a leash
Rachel’s Object: a television