Disposable Locks, by Nigel Stuart Vinston Gunn

Disposable Locks

Can a key be blamed for what’s behind the door?

I shed a tear,

For every moment gone unspoken for.

Just as words cannot define our grasp,

My touch cannot confine this complex happenstance.

Thoughts as patterns,

Kaleidoscope extrapolations,

Trickle and dance,

Allowing even novice notes,

To rapture and entrance.

(2014)

Don’t disconnect, To escape what’s real, Reality shall remain present, So instead connect, And if you face walls,

I spent 16,000 years in pure light… And finally found a way, There’s a hole, At the end of infinity, Just big enough to die through,

Everything is serious, and everyth… Everything is darkness, and everyt…

Pulled outward, While drawn inward, Held at the verge, Holding balance, Balance holding me,

Embrace like the wind, Kiss like the rain, Touch like lightning, Thoughts like landslides, Words like fire,

The plaster on the wall, Is starting to flake off, Like the membrane of a brain, Trying to give up. Contemplate every single concept,

Sickly Slurry, Fervent flurry, Humble hurry, Caustic courage category, Simply minded,

Confined, With infinite space, And light, Contained, Within her mind,

A generator, With no outlet, Is a guilt ridden, Fuel sucking, Smog puking,

We are nothing but adaptation, Looking through snake eyes. So kick-ass, And drive angry, For those who face off,

When at last the pieces come to fi… But no real answer comes from it, We must zoom out a little bit, See the picture that’s outside of…

Like sweet sea breeze, Against the sails first unfolding. Sheets hard creased, And ballast molding. After untold years,

Six sick sheep, Seeking shade, Shorn by sharp sheers, Sweat, steam, Shallow seeping stigmas,

Do you believe in god? Do you believe in aliens? Do you believe in yourself? Do you believe in tradition? Do you believe in superstition?

Give me your tired, Your poor, For huddled masses, Line the mattress, Of a country offering,