wanderlust never really leaves
it just hangs around the corner

waiting for an opportunity
while you are held by circumstance.

(repost)

Perched motionless
Gleaming among the catkins of the oak—
with toy accordions for leaves

And a heron—watching
Neck pleated
Head resting in feathery shoulders
Sharp-eyed, beak brutal

Watching—
where below
that beer can, squashed and stabbed

...And did he see her?
by the naked window
Did he see the lace that bloomed?
No—fell
like spring’s full flakes
to coat the hills in white
for an hour at best in its cool damp?

Did he see?
the way her hair lapped
the spine and blade of back?
Bent the night—so darkly
red from black
as she pulled her blouse above her head?

And did he want!
the flesh of warm yellow lamplight
the smeared press of spit and sweat!

YES!

Squash and **** that beer can!
Sculpt your loneliness!
and stick it through
with any hard implement handy!
Grind your teeth on dumb regret

and **** yourself!

You know you don’t—love her?

Be jealous of her sheets, her springs, her sunsets!  
on their ways to frost and moonlit sleep
turning forsythia of day
to fuzzy falls of glitter-gray
spilling down thick hips
of the river’s dungeon banks
so steeped in heat
to the dizzy roar that follows....

Be jealous of the River!
who always goes to her
when you will not...

And if—you really loved
I mean—loved!
who you saw...
you would have seen
the tired tears—roll than linger—Years
forsake their bones
defy the need for sleep
Defy everything!

Except—
the moon’s cloister...an owl’s call

And if you had loved her
you would have made the distance!
crossed the lawn!
skipped stairs!
Fought the Night of Time!
taken her porch like a champion!
Heart pounding near—the door down!

And if you had really loved
who you had seen

I MEAN—LOVED HER!

You would have—
You would have done—

ANYTHING!

Night's tucked me in
Its soft wool blanket
The stars have kissed
My tears away
I lie here ready
And awaiting
For the end of
This life's day...

Sing to me, oh my Savior!
Sing to me, oh my soul!
I am through with
All my hardships
My life's tale
Has been told.
I am waiting
For a rising
My final rest
To so acquire
I let this flute of
Bones go silent
I see Chariots of Fire.

I have moved
10,000 mountains
In this life I've
Walked the earth
And if you're counting
The equator
I have run
Its very girth.
I have seen
10,000,000 starships
Taking off
Behind my eyes
I have heard
The screaming
Children
I have witnessed
Hell disguised...

[chorus]

If you don't think
There is a devil
Look into the
Face of fear
Look into a
Mother's eyes
When her children
Go to war
Look into the
Maw of "justice"
Jingoistic
Jaundiced JOKE
See the planes
Of Hiroshima
Cast The Bomb and

SMELL THE SMOKE

[chorus]

BRIDGE:
I lie here with
My blood a'soaking
Into barren,
Rocky ground
Soon the Rose will
Be a'growing
The sweetest e'r
To be found...


SøułSurvivør
(c) 6/27/2017

monsters, goblins, greys and trolls
slithering through my blanket folds
sweating bullets I awake in screams
twitchy, violent, sketchy dreams
they hide in darkness
they snicker and strut
the window creeks open
my eyes slowly shut

such an old man
I have become
they wear and they tear
like worms on a plum
please stay this night
as the Sun leaves they creep
just take my hand
when I twitch in my sleep

in dark deep aybss
i caught a little twinkle
and stepped inside it

Once upon a time
In castle far far away
Lived a king called kong

Wandering alone
Preferring his own quiet
He become lonesome

Until one spring day
Down by warm sparkling pond
A girl was fishing

He watched her for days
But never had the courage
To vocal hello

Instead he left notes
full of his undying love
Hoping she'd find them

But the days passed fast
And winter quickly arrived
Blowing notes away

One cold day at pond
Kong found a wrapped up parcel
Dressed in pink paper

With his big soft hands
He slowly unwrapped parcel
And inside was note

Scented like flowers
He saw the words 'I love you'
And fell to his knees

On the back of note
Her sweet writing said 'why hide'
Tell me you love me

Kong knew his mistake
If only he'd been more brave
Things would've be different

I shall internalize to the point where i rise
Like a grey misty ash through sullen harbour skies
To descend on these eyes who never danced with ambition
Nor once sought to covet nor hold executive position
Sweeping through parochial house to office building
I consume this room as a deathly prison warden
Where time passes and falls in a desperate eerie sigh
Unable to cry in an endless stare of just getting by

I shall crawl through the past of these city streets
Retracing my footsteps as the years they recoil
The red terraced housing of old Hungry Hill
A young boy in his room sitting there still
Head full of dreams waiting for his moment to shine
Such foolish naivety of a dreamer in his prime
He would never tie his shoelaces anything but straight
Just getting by, the sole manifestation of a solemn fate

I shall leave as a mist to cover these countryside hills
As a wandering soul, a veil rolling down as early dew
Comes upon a house where children asleep in their beds
Let it be them that carry the dreams of lives better led
So that I may finally relent and lay myself down to rest
Not for deaths cold embrace but a warmer peace instead
In a world of all or nothing we have this life of you and I
Where it shall be enough to get by, by just getting by