Remember this when we walk in
the silence, darkness congealed
on our skin like old blood--
our souls the
unclean engines,
our hearts the ragged
drumbeat in the dusk,
our minds the flashing
circuits within the slow
and rusting mechanism,
our hands the wicked
instruments of this love
turned sour,
our actions only bloody
rear-guard missions now,
all forward motion stalled
against our own intractable
self-opposition.
Remember this when we bare our
skin to darkness, silence clawing
with spider's legs at the corners of
our fallen fortresses--
our reasons the
hooting of angry
animals, fearful in
the evening and
jealous in our
guardianship of
all the paltry
possessions we
equate with success,
our logic the sick
study of our own
worst traits, the
doomguard psyche
projecting whatever
our worst might be
upon the others and
assuming they'll
enact that very thing
if given the chance,
our love that which
is under our power,
controllable and
terrorized.
Remember this--
No, perhaps it is
better in the
forgetting, better
in the denial,
For our bare skin crawls and
itches, spider's legs upon the
inside, shadows across our
faces that no sun can dispel,
the hint of old blood and
broken silence lurking
like gargoyles on our
shoulders.
5 comments:
Firehawk - I started out here feeling like the end of a bloody night battle as the sun begins to rise and the toll becomes visible... then went to past love that had crashed and burned.. to failed endeavors.
As it ended, so did the trip... but it left me with completely opposed emotions!
I don't know where you pull these from, but it's rare I don't enjoy them!
Bill,
Thanks for the comment. The poems are just downloads from the mother ship, man. I just tap them in on the keyboard.
I'd love to make an eloquent comment but all I can think is "wow"!
Specially this ...
all forward motion stalled
against our own intractable
self-opposition.
...and this
No, perhaps it is
better in the
forgetting, better
in the denial,
just ... wow.
Mushter,
Have no fear, your comments were more than eloquent enough. Thanks for coming over.
Firehawk - I know exactly what you mean... I never know where the words come from either... I feel more like a conduit, than a writer, most often.
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