August 2011
18 posts
My unbridled, Eastbound eyes
Spy that which nullifies my mind
A thousand flashing transient lights
That fill tired, smoggy nightly skies
They blinkingly notate misguided flights
But never your three thousand mile ride
So I stand reminded with my mistempered smile
And ruminate of my unkindly Western exile
Hey
I think I see you
Trying to hide
Behind the shame
Of your shame
I’ll break down
Those pale walls
Those thin fingers
Covering your face
Smothering your name
I’ll topple all those walls
And destroy everything
If I feel need
Because beautiful rubble
Is better
Than beauty
Unseen
She is my epiphany
My moment of clarity
I’ll worhip her
If she worships me
And together
We’ll be perfect deities
Dance, swim, little wildchild
Be free
Go forth! Feral love!
And be my Persephone
The frothy canvas of his irradiated soul
Poured out waves of iridescent angst
Onto a litmus page
His unrequited inquiries
And unsubstantiated teenage theories
Were dissolved to distilled adolescent drips
By the acid pains of age
You see, his oxidized brain
Could not handle the absolute zero stranglehold
Life assumed around his throat
When he grew old
Watch
Space
Between the spots
On your face
My lungs
Hearts
Bent, cracked
By the air
That’s kept us apart
A breeze
Blows away
The smoke
Licking your nose
You still choke
The deathly still
Place
Caught between
Us
Beyond my windowsill
Still sighs
And ripples
Frozen space
With a burning desire
Crying to be filled
Procrastination prevents me
From writing this poem
So the words lost inside me
Will continue to roam
