My eyes barely
OPEN
I look but cannot see
CLEARLY
your meaning
The subtleties of
Wording
No insults as far as
I can’t see
Better reread them
ALL AGAIN
over breakfast
Coffee steam
and toasties
POETIC JUSTICE
deserves
A Pawn in the
Binary clash of
Chess
A Pretender in the
Perpetual game of
Life
A Seeker of the
Absolute truth through
Words
I am all – and none
Raised among thieves
and stray-dogs
Hardened by fires in
cities on flame
Sharpened the skills on
fields of death
Primed and ready for
anything – but Her
The “I wanna scream and shout and let it all out” is blasting through the radio. I’m silently wishing it to be so, but alas it is not to be this time, maybe next or maybe never – forever is so far away. A Gibson Les Paul is screaming in agony on the TV, fingers bleeding, I agree, nodding – life’s good for some.
Spin the bottle
on the floor a
seated circle
youth learning
behind closed
doors – all but one
No one questioned
the cold sweating
the running away
the not being there
the absentee
No one asked
Why
No one asked
Who
No one asked
When
No one asked
Why
No one cared
enough to see
an empty bottle
spinning
endlessly
I would say yay if
your lips met mine and
intertwining tongues talked and
left no bitter aftertaste
if you’d say you felt the
energy, the vibration
like never before when
the hands of light hovered
over your naked back
in the moonlight
Age of reason
age of treason
daemons roaming
forests of old.
Dry stone walls
dividing the lands,
sheep roaming
and grasslands
blooming
Homestead killing
streams of blood,
witches burning
stakes on high –
the hunt goes on.
When I awoke today you were gone. Your side of the bed was already made, like no one had slept there at all. With the morning yawn the vague recollections of spooning and joy resurfaced once more. Will they never stop, as the years go by and the memories of you keep fading.
