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I commemorated you last night,
Although
Completely by accident.
You darted out from the powder pavements
Skirting my memory
- like a wild wretch
Paltry in register and reason.
The season has been unkind,
Sealed in static and skeletal
Treason: trees illuminated grey and disconnected stars,
Disconnected veins.
I traced the place where we once parted.
Pencil gallows, plainly fallow fields of
Shameful chagrin pinned the hawk cry
Like an arrow. We were frozen there,
Marred by a detonated letter,
A blinding bouquet of devastation.
I dreamed I could wind back this cruel clock-
And undo the shock absorptions that have
Never
Ceased to stop.
Hopeless brutal blows, an imbroglio of
Triage and misery-
Entrenched-
Clattering agony that perpetually
Taunts this vacuum of trauma and
Sainted Titanic fury,
Defilement.
Injury.
In this latest impasse, I sought you-
Or rather,
My haphazard heart-
A surging flare of scarts unsoothed
And bright ballistic brainwaves
Scattered in the shrapnel of footprints
And your shielded Samneric shadow-
Darted to welcome me home.
Although
Completely by accident.
You darted out from the powder pavements
Skirting my memory
- like a wild wretch
Paltry in register and reason.
The season has been unkind,
Sealed in static and skeletal
Treason: trees illuminated grey and disconnected stars,
Disconnected veins.
I traced the place where we once parted.
Pencil gallows, plainly fallow fields of
Shameful chagrin pinned the hawk cry
Like an arrow. We were frozen there,
Marred by a detonated letter,
A blinding bouquet of devastation.
I dreamed I could wind back this cruel clock-
And undo the shock absorptions that have
Never
Ceased to stop.
Hopeless brutal blows, an imbroglio of
Triage and misery-
Entrenched-
Clattering agony that perpetually
Taunts this vacuum of trauma and
Sainted Titanic fury,
Defilement.
Injury.
In this latest impasse, I sought you-
Or rather,
My haphazard heart-
A surging flare of scarts unsoothed
And bright ballistic brainwaves
Scattered in the shrapnel of footprints
And your shielded Samneric shadow-
Darted to welcome me home.
Literature
Thumbtack
This is a broken world.
The thought cannot be broken.
There will be no enjambment,
no:
"This is a
broken world."
It doesn't work that way.
The thought is whole.
There can be no splicing to
make it go down easier.
It shouldn't go down easy;
it should be a thumbtack in your throat
screaming out its presence.
Don't forget to swallow.
Literature
...
fine then, just leave me alone
let me rot in this "shithole" existence
you don't like it?
well it's none of your business
try to turn me around
put me on "the right path"?
it won't work
you haven't experienced such wrath
and then experienced the everlasting calm
but you'll never understand
all you know is the bad
all you remember is sad
i'm sorry you felt the need to cut me off
it's a real shame
and you weren't even involved
as if our friendship was a game
well i miss your friendship
you hurt me just as badly
as the one you criticize
still, i would renew our bond, gladly
if you weren't this way or that
stubborn, hard headed
just open you
Literature
The Gardener
i bloomed and blossomed at your touch
and waited patiently to be plucked:
lay among daisies in fields
danced between roses in gardens
swayed with jasmine in courtyards,
never once questioning whether i belonged
for i knew the only place i wanted to be
was on your windowsill for the world to see.
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It comes and it goes, it comes and it goes... But it happens again and again and again. The waves haven't stopped but I suppose nobody can stop the tide.
[update] Many thanks for this as a Daily Literature Feature on November 7 2012.
It comes and it goes, it comes and it goes... But it happens again and again and again. The waves haven't stopped but I suppose nobody can stop the tide.
[update] Many thanks for this as a Daily Literature Feature on November 7 2012.
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I'm very haunted by this poem...I don't quite understand it, but it's very beautiful. It has this lovely melancholy feel about it; I really appreciate it. ^^