Pressed Tin

Some days the idea of you is a character I want you to murder with reality

But I know I have to do it;

I want to convince myself my error is unrecoverable with the solidity

Of faith in myself that love was as boring, arbitrary

Like in one shift slash of the blade all romance in me could bleed out

I could see the fantasy of hope shrivel in parched relinquishment

All the lines you told me you could never cross

Who and what you are, the selfishness, the cruelty I could believe you

I could divest my being of your taste marauding my spiritual compass

Pointing at you like a cradle of which I came

As if Gaea came and made you from spit and mud slicked you into silken awe

Of willow trees and lotus flowers floating into my consciousness

I want the ambrosia to be a snuffed scent I can no longer recollect

A body rolled under railroad wheels pressed like tin

Empty from this organic prison for a time of methodical metallic logic

That a man needs not; impervious like an armored arachnid tinkering steps

Not with heart, but with oiled engine ticking iron

Flex the stinger, ready the thrust of memories eradication

This battle with the universe to show a man the belly of a star

Bursting before his eyes and then demand him to un-see it

Rake the unction of hope back into the shadows

Take away the dynamic he has waited such decades and make him think he is a fool

Crawl him into the eons of silence and send him whirled back into the maze

As if his life will never be united, so close and the proximity, the gravity just amplifies the pain

That he hoped so, that he wanted so

Teetering there with his mouth on her nipples suckling like a boy

Pressing his genitals like a maddened pantheist seeing the universe pulse in the darkness

Possibility echoes and all he wanted was for her to say she heard it too

Like he was not drenched in the insanity he cannot escape

Drowning in metal bricked zinc from the sky pounding in copper rain drop sheets

Flattened in the garden of the inanimate seeing time wiz

Thinking he had nothing left to lose and plummeting the reasons in the fire

She set with him watching her behind her walls seeing him melt away