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Stuck in Utkatasana: Prose for a Pose Series
It’s that time of day again
While the clock ticks away like an ill fated metronome, callus ions coil
within my head
Their electrical impulses are stagnant...An energy now dulled by the system
My brain, so convoluted and gray, beats to the most truncated of tempos... 1-2-3, 1-2-3, 1!
It becomes a disease of ours
It’s that time of day again
Protruding, adding character, although futile
Exists as a portal, as a perception–and so I do
I run backwards next, deteriorated and delayed
Deteriorated and delayed, leaving empty pockets of noise
It’s that time of day again
What we do to make it feel alright
And want
And indulge
In a firm bare breasted press
That embrace which sends a titillating dose of endorphins straight through the cavity between your lungs, and thrust outward from the most flushed of perennials...Your eyes become bound by fallacy
Clicking about, reminding me I’m bound to this punch card
When interrupted day dreams form like cantons...
Lending open arms for my subconscious ways to run
I’m a ribbon of rust, yet my emulsions fall short of producing a sound
That habit forming part
And crave
While the rhythms flow between us
You cannot see beyond my hues
A disease which reflects who we are each 9 to 5-versus who we long to be
I run forward first, capturing and creating
It’s a habit of ours...to act this way
The arousal rabidly penetrates, spilling me, finally, into an intoxicating slumber...Such fictive architecture of mine
In a warm bodied embrace to put us at ease
To sustain that nefarious, truncated tempo!
You’ve become saturated Drenched by dark matter shades, and just barely highlighted with brightly colored disguises As they blend, we infuse..such a beautiful palate Oh It’s that time of day again ...and the metronome has stopped.
About the author: Monique M. Luna is a UCLA graduate, and currently resides in Los Angeles, CA. Her love for writing stems from a never-ending curiosity, and means of merging facts with fantasy. In her daily routine she provides ABA services to clients and families with Autism. Whether in-home, or on site, she uses these experiences to grow and evolve as a writer. She hopes that through her work and writing you are challenged to question, reflect, and accept with love, and open minds.