like a beast with lower pleasures,
a long-cramped scroll,
I strain forward.
I am hungry to be interrupted.
I had a paramour–and I’ve had many.
I am despair.
Waging a doubtful battle with the shade,
how should I begin
to satiate the void?
I stood in the rain, far from home and wavering
between the profit and the loss.
I could not pick the arrows from my side.
The hours rose up, putting off stars. It was dawn.
Am I drunk or dead? The sun moved in and
I was sitting there and he came by.
The reverential trees breezed softly.
We have not reached conclusion. There never
was a war that was not inward.
It made him see how much of what he saw
he never saw at all. And I,
I like to think I am in everything.
His arm lay lightly around my shoulders.
We wandered down the street and noticed small things,
things overlooked before.
How bright the sun shines now. Last night
was a trial. It was, nevertheless,
absolutely essential to make the effort.
Suddenly there was a lack where before there had been nothing at all. It’s only in the contrast that life begins to take its form. Shadows help us to see the places light has been.
consensual enjambment licensed release.
similar partical lazily supercede.
insouciant tremor remarks corrupt.
pestulant theory yawning genuine.
corrupting nuptials illuminate fragrance
withdrawn teetering vacant beatitude
icing gruesome mobile balustrade
however reticent grows suicide.
words become unlatched
a blotched crowned muse
the same steps repeated wear a path into the ground.
earth revealed by trampeled grass.
a guide to follow or a caution against?
Two latch on to each other out of desire
Heartache clot, Riotous feed
Neglect has a presence, an eternal return
Arcane steps, unreal art
Two roses without their petals
Torsos, a truth epistle
Aghast enactment be
A scant anthem beget
macabre birth confide
barbaric decent of him
her legs refused to stand
she could not remember where to go.
she would not speak
her words had become unlatched.
food was not important
no taste would remain.
and yet he sat with her
refusing to let it all disappear.
the photograph on the mantle
able bodies posing on the beach
hair blowing and limbs stretched
muscles firm and skin tinted by sun
taunted him while she napped
with drool crusted on her face
if memories implode while the mind lives on
how can she continue?
a mere echo of life in aged body
his love their sole support.
Me and Mr. Jones 