The New Gods don't deserve our faith,Who can tend to the Needful,Those who lacked the cool patience,To appreciate mornings,Their endless revolutions,And the sweet sublimity,Of sleeping in on a work day?
Tag: Prose-Poetry
Inside I Shall Stay
Rosewood soap,Rough on the skin,Damp and pink with heat,Two candles, citrus, all natural,Burning on the windowsill,Three locks on the door, no solicitors please,And a long, chilled glass of strawberry puree,Mixed in with tart lemonade. The snow falls in thick clusters outside,Swirling and threatening to keep me inside,Ah, so be it - inside I shall stay.
Breakthrough
A breakthrough after all,Done with the bloody tissues,Damp sick-clothes go in the bin,Strip down the very room:Curtains, blankets, sheets, pillows.A replace it with the winter collection:Dark satin and soft cotton,Like eyes closed in contemplation,Illuminated in the secret places. The fever breaks,Only a week of my life stolen,Winter welcomes me again.
Unkempt
You liked my hair like this,Roughly tousled, Stiff and splayed about,Treated with cheap shampoo,And what's conditioner, anyway?You'd sleep with my head on your chest,Enveloping me in your softness,While your fingers stroked through the mess,And when I'd wake my hair would be all the worse,Or all the better, depending on your point of view.
Enchanted Castle
I can't help but be impressed,Of your ability to play the part,Of the cruel fairy:Biting, humorless bitch.Chasing your loved onesFar far away,Until it's only you and I,A princess and her enchanted castle,Each longing for a wish,That cannot be said aloud,Or else it would shatter,This mirror-world in which we reside.
Tear-Thief
Stolen from the riverbed,Her bejeweled tear,A moment of weakness - Hostage Memories -Icy in my palm,Youthful transgressions and fears,That may one dayOnly sting,Rather than draw blood. Hope,O' Fool's Hope,That thinks this river is not pain Herself.
She Stole the Sky-Fire
She stole the sky-fire,Dripping with blue flame,Pale rivulets down,Her white fingertips,Stained black majesty,To her lips, flames licked,She swallowed the stars,and smiled ecstasy.
Liberation
Fingers interlocked,Knuckles grazing the rough brick,Flowering blade-petals of pain,Trapped under a flattened gaze - gold and green,The heat of a beating heart,Foggy breaths,Catching,In the cold. Joyless pursuits of an endless sexual revolution.
Silence
I thunder at the gates of heaven, Demanding to drag you back to hell, And am met with silence. I'll relish this self-satisfied loss, Wallow in piteous destruction, And am met with silence. I scar upon my corpse, these fine lines, Writ in hard-fought blood, your scarlet ink, And am met with silence. In my … Continue reading Silence
Black Coffee
There are some mornings, Between the moment when the mist dews on the thin petals of the lilies, And when I sit and stare at my coffee'Was I a good enough boy for cream AND sugar?' -In that one blessed moment - I forget you,And I sigh - a foggy window pane. But then it … Continue reading Black Coffee
Discarded Recollections 