Sailing soft, frozen in time--
Sat on your chair where I could've sworn
I saw a past life regression flash along
Your face. Stuck there now,
I'm alone now and forever forth.
For years I stored half my cash into a box
without second thought
just to end up spending it all in six months.
that last crash erased all the academic pablum
that proved less required reading
Just a border now,
head against an extending wall,
Witless and stonecold sober;
At ease with every unanswered craving
And coexisting with a life where nothing goes
according to plan.
Trapezing the edge of a rolling dice waiting to be flattened. I'm properly done writing poetry,no more energy or will. Wish you all luck over the coming years, whether you're in a good spot or your lowest lows
Mothlet-like owl midges fizzling in and out of the waves
that shuffle the moon's shed reflection,
hovering and imitating like a wettened rorschach--
with disembodied tiny teeth for feet
suckling from the scurvy gums
where shadows are allowed to be kings.
Kings that observe a godess body that spans the whole sky with ******* made of crinkled ash dripping latex that falls
then cuts into the grass to
spread life--perfection spares no time for the impatient.
Glistening stream,mucky dewlap of the mountain carving a caricature of someone praying for rain and dreaming of a metamorphoses into ice.
With the night comes tide. Comes time. Comes death. Comes life.
If you were to sit down in one spot
anywhere in the world and not move
for another second of yor life
from there on in--
you would see so much beauty and pain
You'd wonder what you ever did to be
as lucky as you had been.
as drunk and free as an uncontacted species
glass stained with vitriol;
and forever there to haunt.
Things will never be the same. So easy to say.
an unescapble realisation
that pierces sharp as a tribal spear
formed out of an ivy husk
nipping my body
like snow on a freshly reopened wound
i am bled dry
i am stranded with only self as harbour to delay
This unavoidable crash. The breeze have teeth
that rip my skin to shreds just to zip it up again.
the faces that make up the windows
are cutouts of people you once knew...
My guide framed in stone embedded in gold --
truncated before hope had it's chance to settle
I'm torn between the mirror and the leap.
Always keep in mind--
You are your own worst enemy to somebody else
Flowers are the earth's fruit
Which await the sun's permission
To beautify and ripen
And at night may serve
As guiding lanterns floating atop
Their mother thorns
To gently lead the moon oceanward.