Sometimes I can’t tell if I can see better with my eyes open or closed
-M. Taggart
Tag: See
Odd Walking Thoughts
Cloudy whispers sank near the window asking for more. We held our mind under steam filled moments screaming. No more doors without locks. No more drawers to be pulled. The brushes and combs were dead while everything else looked on.
-M. Taggart
poem-
Where were the great flames of humanity
when the sleeping awoke to disengage-
Watch the unseen leaping unheard
-M. Taggart
poem-
I sat down to think
But, I’m writing instead-
It’s nice to see you
-M. Taggart
poem-
Our thoughts think themselves through
even when we don’t want them to
So we stand looking at their faces
seeing beyond what we are seeing
-M. Taggart
Walk on
For much of my life I’ve walked a lonely path. This one path was different. WordPress. Spillwords. Being published beyond both. Eyes on words.
I gave an interview. Something I’ll most likely not do again for a very long while.
http://spillwords.com/interview-qa-with-m-taggart/
fuck it
you cannot be me
I breathe in a chamber of self
and spit when done
My selves cannot be me
-M. Taggart
Intrepid truth
An intrepid vision came to be
as fragments of understanding flamed into full knowing
Watch the depths of each mirror inch closer, see as we see as they see
-M. Taggart
Odd Walking Thoughts – It’s now. Go
Shaking his face at his door, the boy screamed a terrible scream deep within his heart; with a crushing idiom only memories speak with. Please, no. Footsteps. The door knob turns. It’s nighttime. He opens his window, and lashes the darkness with his legs. They’ll never know me again. I was never home. -A lightning bug flashed. I see you. I’m coming.
-M. Taggart
copyright 2018
Odd Walking Thoughts
A time on a Wednesday wasn’t what we knew. Filing mindsets. Can you get up now. Can you piss. Can you speak. It is Wednesday. The wall gripped itself and ran down to the floor. We hadn’t seen that. -Somewhere the sun shines, smiling, like they ask for. Smiling at all of you. Smiling.
-M. Taggart
