Blue Quicksand

Published on August 6, 2007 By Buddah Moskowitz In Poetry

I wasn’t watching
my step
and I slipped
and now I’m sinking

there’s nothing
exotic or adventuresome
in this struggle
I seem
helpless
to fight its narcotic pull

disconnected
despairing
and lonely

details upon
problems upon burden
upon miseries
weighing down my shoulders

pushing down
on my head

I watch the world
hustling by
noisy
unaffected
and laughing

as I sink further into
this blue quicksand
I try and stay calm
and say to myself
“I’ve been here before
and I’ve always
gotten out”

so I wait it out
playing calm
against panic

waiting for someone
or something

to throw me a line.

Here's my book. Please buy my book.

Comments

dynamaso

on Aug 07, 2007

Mate, I wish I was close enough to throw you a line... Still, I hope my continued admiration for your work provides some sort of comfort.

Buddah Moskowitz

on Aug 08, 2007

Mate, your kind words on the page are comfort indeed. I was just having one of my (in)frequent blue moods. - Thanks, my friend, Moskowitz

RoyLevosh

on Sep 26, 2007

How did I miss this?

Still, I hope my continued admiration for your work provides some sort of comfort.

I remain a fan, too.

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