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Annie Feb 2017
You took the road
A million others have taken
But you took it alone
A troubadour
The watery strain
Of your Orphean ballads
Too much for
The other myrmidons
So they left you
To wilt the willows
Alone.

Acetone will not unhinge
An epoxy this old.
You’re stuck
In another place
Another time
And though the man
Who put you there
Is no more.
You’re still quaking
In the aftermath
Of his seismic waves.

And others
Though once ensorcelled
By the sight
Of beauty in pain
Are now repulsed
By your entrenchment
In its vines.
Annie Feb 2017
We shot through the ground
At the same time
And while you pushed your way
Towards the sun
Drinking up the light
I cleared the gravel
So the others
Could find their way too.

Weeds
Have to be quick
Lest they end their days
Under the hiss of a spray bottle
Or the blunt end of a shovel
So I learned to hide
Between the sunflower minstrels
And the corned eared zinnias
While you stretched your
Peppered veins
To lap up the rain
And poison what fell to the ground
Choking
Everything.

You were a giant child
And yet I loved you
Deeply
So deeply
Only the mole crickets knew
And I hated you too
Because I was nothing
But a ****
Beneath your feet.
Annie Feb 2017
Cassandra
Cursed prophetess
The Debbie Downer
of antiquity.

A beautiful anathema
Embracing life
With the gaiety
Of a dirge.

And all her visions
Dire imprecations
That rouse most to anger
And others to label her
A liar and
A madwoman.

Poor pretty
She’s not miserable
She’s a mathematician
A causal cleric
Formulaic
But people don’t need answers
They need hallucinogenics.

It’s much nicer living in a haze
Where nothing is clear
And you don’t know where
Your mess ends
And some one else's mess begins.

No one's responsible
And everyone gets to live
In a big pile of ****
Together
As one positive family
Attracting abundance.

Until the Trojans arrive
And pull the blind folds off
And then she gets to say
- I told you so
But nobody likes
Smugness.
Poor *****
She’s the **** Jagger
Of the Agora
She can’t get no
Satisfaction.
Annie Feb 2017
Let it go
This thing that
Cracks your heart
Let it go
You will not
Break apart
       You’re the mountain
       Not the snow
       And this avalanche
       Will flow
       Away

Let it go
This colluvium
Of hurts
Let it go*
A shucked up bulb
Can’t burst
       Though a sheet of ice
       You need warmth
       To grow life
So let it go.
Annie Feb 2017
Ozymandias
The talking phocomelus
In the deaf mute house
No way to sign or scream
Above the silence.

Ozymandias -
Pushed like a stone
From Cronus's belly
Longs for a mother
- But hates all women.

And yet the seraphs come
Drawn by the lure
Of a light in the hamlet
Or the flame
Of a Cornish wrecker.

The smart ones
Water the glyphs
On the Obelisk
But nothing grows
From stone.


Ozymandias -
Hollow as a drum
Fills me with his ***

And for one moment
As he moves above me
For one moment
I think he is my captive
And then the moment's done.
Annie Feb 2017
It has come to this -
I am dead
In my busyness
Droning about
A wasp in a stoppered jar.

Once I loved words
Midges on my tongue
I spat them into shapes
Over paper
Too busy chasing jam now
To write much.

And you
I think if I had you
I wouldn't have to run
From my loneliness.
Annie Feb 2017
The carvings
In the tympanum
Above the
Door
The Star of David
Etched
Upon the
Floor
The Tarot's
Tower
That feeds the
Querant's dread.
And birds
That hit my window
Fall down
Dead.
The totem
Snakes
That speak to me
At night
And black
Cats
Arch their backs
When I’m in sight
The feeling in  
My gut
That all’s
Not well
And Rorschach
Blots
That shape
An inky hell.

My minds a maze
Where thoughts run
Round and round
They pick up speed
Like jets that
Leave the ground
A sonic boom
Of waves that pass
Through sound  
*But the noise
Of what I dread
Is only loud.
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