23 Emotions: Monachopsis

The Metro heightens my monachopsis,
pulls that lurking shadow,
forward.

(Shakespeare said it better that I.
"The time is out of joint.")

my time is out of joint.

The pendulum swung wide
when the clock tipped over,
stuck.

and there I am...
a bird, on a bike,
pedaling out to sea.




A life line,
from an unexpected source and I am temporarily unstuck,
free.

and then it landed,
that soft heavy weight,
the midnight-purple-blueness of sorrow.

The world will never rest easy with you...
(i did)

Stop.
he sang,
stop "tryin' to throw your arms around the world"








Monachopsis n. the subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place, as maladapted to your surroundings as a seal on a beach--lumbering, clumsy, easily distracted, huddled in the company of other misfits, unable to recognize the ambient roar of your intended habitat, in which you'd be fluidly, brilliantly, effortlessly at home.