All of us stand lined up in position
stripped and bare like a vacant apartment
cupped hands hiding bits in flesh compartments
as if modesty makes the patrician
but really shame is more the condition
as if we are defined by our garments
without them we are just naked parchments
awaiting some others inked ambition.
Monthly Archives: September 2021
Dialogue
We talk to ourselves with fists
a pugilist of reason
faced against years of abuse
the ebb and flow of emotional seasons
Only reason knows when to quit
but abuse will never stop
unloading blow after blow
to make sure no one else lives on top
Anything for that title
we have absently supplied
trading any confidence
for whatever drama we’ve cooked up inside.
With your value undefined
transactional praise given
where else could you we ever turn?
Unconceited, to the fights we are driven.
We can but hope that we win,
our critical self will fall
our ego rise the victor
but victory grants an albatross for us all
Our ego must be tempered
our abuse must die in shame,
either way our value breaks,
time and again it works exactly the same.
Without honesty we lose
the audience inside us
is only there for the show
ring the bell, choose yourself – the rest are treasonous.
Orange
Peel
Burst
Citrus – flesh – ripped
the gnashing of teeth
pistons of sinew and pulp
thrust against the gums
they speak loudly of the burning sun
Stifled by a crumbling damn of cotton
fire not tamed
but embraced
made temperate
the fruits of violence
and the seeds of gluttony
surge forth to their end.
The Wind Whispers Dissent
A broken rock split by time // Aeons spent apart
The world moves on between them // smoothing out the flaws
Their soft round edges betray // hostile origins
Never to embrace again // but better for it
Clockwork
The hands reaching for places they should not
feeling what is well and the gaps between
while the gears stutter over echoed thoughts
drawing out the whirring sounds long and obscene
a betrayal of the bright golden sheen
and the expertly crafted mechanics;
a token of wit and genius pristine
with disjointed and broken organics.
They keep winding, but no one sets the time
Polish and shine but no one climbs inside
as if admitting damage is the crime
and thus the past is where the now resides,
the future an unspoken thing implied
while savage moments spin along unchecked
and give cause for our fictions to divide
until at last ourselves we will dissect.
Ephemeral
The sounds of running
a clatter sprinkled with laughter
I will forget this.
Foundations
The floor boards are too far apart
nailed down hastily
no set pattern or rhythm
to the spaces in between.
Nailed down hastily
we establish our ideals;
our sense of self,
no set pattern or rhythm
beyond that of the apple abandoning the tree
all progress complimentary.
To the spaces in between:
make room,
let the wild things grow.
Monologue
Should you find yourself buried inside me
try not to break the fragile things within
the foundations are weak
parts are built of a past broken
other places are like exposed sinew
the known made alien, twisted askew
those we leave unspoken.
Should you get lost, be thankful, for now you are free.
Cleanse
Walk against the ravenous waves
though they charge headlong against you
they serve no purpose beyond this
they retreat only to riposte
Though you may not have swam before
walk against the ravenous waves
and become the student once more,
revelations born in duress
Feel your form defined and expressed
a second skin from waters depths
walk against the ravenous waves
and let your falsehood wash away
All that time and effort we spent
matters not for those who Jesus saves
with faith and rocks in pockets they
walk against the ravenous waves.
Departure
That parting glance broke me in two
caught me at both ends with those eyes
and held on tight despite my cries
ripped me apart in front of you
a shower of blood and sinew.
Everyone caught there surely dies
that parting glance.
Yet none of this was in your view
you saw only my shrewd disguise
a lost cacophony of lies
in truth, I never made it through
that parting glance.
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