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B Wasserman Aug 2016
Between magnets and us
what is else is there besides
the hunger that drives our bones to thirst?

Ignorance calls me to drown the waves
that impel my pangs

I break and rejoin when the humble doors
are down
savagery need not be savage
if called sweet

wind and grain
opportunity beckons
me to cultivate again
no, no I must not think,
thoughts brings inertia to the plow

be still and meditate
I allow ease and ease to flow
I must not ask, for asking impedes
the growth
B Wasserman Aug 2016
Pick through the night
sky, pearls and foreign
isles of fire

I find myself
dissecting my own bones
what constellation am I?
The loser?
The gambler?

Any goal gathers
distance when acquainted
with doubt
will my doubt
prove false?
will my doubts
spring as nail
from a lion of nails?
I have a tendency
to exaggerate
to feel safe
when in fact
I only persist
in delusion
B Wasserman Aug 2016
Caught in here:
deep waters
deep claws
deep kiss

my conviction
I hear music
-what music?
So loud I cant hear others
music of dew
music of shade
music of my skin
distilling sweat

I can feel it penetrating
my bones

Do you know that song?
The song that celebrates
like branches praying to air
like sunset jumping down
the roof of the earth
B Wasserman Aug 2016
Ever since I
broke loose of home
I'll never break
the bond we made
as long as my senses stand
I'll hold my head high and keep
my heart and name for you

storms wake
and bullets flare
between all things mad
I still pledge my name and heart
for you

Shot in the leg
other man shot down
my oath still strong
still true

I am soon to dock
dearly awaiting your
embraces
yearning to wed
you soon

I came walking
with joy near my heart
to see us join once more
though sadly I learned
death wrote you down
in his looks and locked
you down there gone and good

never shall I seek
never shall I answer
but to your name
your heart and road alone

as long as my days race
and my lungs last
for my heart lifts and dives
only and only for you
B Wasserman Aug 2016
widen road dark
deep dead and lost
you should eat
away my pain

told me you hate
any old part more
when its lost
im lost and I hate
myself more

drove myself crazy
crazy i drove myself into a ditch

pain is all math
you cant give what
others took back
head over shoulders
head between a
match
i fall slow and slowly to ash

torch in a cave
roasting my heart
more heartless
each day
no ones
deserves days
like this
all the deception
built by a kiss
broken and crushed
drowned by the river with worms in my mouth
I'll wash my pain out
B Wasserman Aug 2016
The South drips out
with cries of rain
and a subtle squeeze
of earth
feathers bless
over the earth of birds
and dirt reminds itself
of *******
your embrace gives
me sustenance
gives me wealth
fertility and water
mend and plant your mouth
along the sails
that ship merrily
into the harbor of my
mouth
lets deck some whiles
while your fragrance
multiplies and blooms
while I still and admire
and paint
my patience is stone
among stones
nor time or other times
erode
a bird calls us
to gather
like pages
drawn to the adventure
of a book
the pores of life move
I move
you move
the south sets and sleeps
toward the moon
the day sows and prepares
in a host of eyes that sweep
cross the earth
B Wasserman Aug 2016
The rainbows seldom
warn what mood or ride
of math it prepares to take
beside when it befriends
storm and rain and dust
wherever the lightning
cast complaints
the rainbow kneels
and smiles
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