Fuel parched numb throat scratch
flesh hope
The drumbeat memory night terrors
Vultures to the not quite watching
upwards
Lying flat back to the Earth peering
Lord I need a reprieve from this
Sisyphean heat
I need water; I need water; I
The fall from the cliff saw the
femurs erupt
Splint stake impaled lung heavy
since
The toll in the absent love is a
terrorist act
Wishing she wanted what I had to
offer
Whomever she is
Explaining to myself acid rain
volition
I saw the dancer like a harbor; Thinking
I had more time
Spooked she ran into horrible poetry
Words became childish in obstinate
denial
The rock returns and the pause was
not long enough
The weight returns in surplus
breathing a moan to God
Waiting for a chance to come falling
in love with what feels real
But has never been; the return
desire
I always feel like I am asking for
favors
Rationalizing my own credibility,
hating my bullet holes
Hoping for the time to hold out
before I have to rat myself to the authorities
The lid is on again; I miss her like
the wind
Praying she had feelings to bond and
the universe feels like her tease
The scorpion has poisoned me and the
siren has cast me into the sea
The scent of flowers sinks in my
punctured lungs and drifts perdition
Why are we enemies love; I am
exhausted from this poetry
The need to write is anchor gargling
this salt water attempting to breathe on the surface
Cannot tread; cannot tread; I
The sink to the bottom sees the
bubbles stop
Splint stake impaled lung heavy since
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