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The Widow Aug 2016
Cheaper. An easier pill to swallow
The damage being offset
Creating room
Doing its bit

Cheaper. The lesser the poorer.
Demoralising to a point
Breaking down its own bonds
on elemental scale
separating

Cheaper. Recording all poisonous options
in a first book
Selecting two or three at a time
to move across
maps lines on the floor.

Cheaper. Strategical
Money Saving Bed Hopping
Toast of Castle Fortuna
Saved by righteous Londinium
and forgetful of wild efforts
Only 90s Kids Will Remember Nostradamus Apprehension
The Widow Aug 2016
At three eighteen am
she makes the call                                                             [DIALLING]
The wrong number
that much is now certain
Nonetheless, the confession falls from her
rehearsed                          and in one breath

On the other end of the line
is cruel television                                                              [LAUGHTER]
but no voice and, of course,
no absolution.
She cannot tell the *** of the breath                              [BREATHING]
and the confessor wants her  
to hang up first                                                                 [TAPPING]

She transfers the tension in her finger
to the hook      killing the line                                         [TONE]
she 1983 will 1984 never 1985 live 1986 it 1987 down 1988
The Widow Aug 2016
If a pact was made to   t
                                             e
                                                 a
                                                     r  our bodies t
                                                              ­              o
                                                 ­                           g
                                    ­                                        e
                       ­                                                     t
          ­                                                                 ­ h
                                                              ­              e
                                                 ­                           r
   here on this bedrock

the same stars and chromatic flames would be released

                                    
                  ­                    In     B      u     r    s     t      s



                              seeding light and trammelled sound into the cushion
                                              of our kind's   o                                             e
                                                               ­            p                                      l
                       ­                                                        t                              d
                                ­                                                   i                      a
        'Wherein we grow                                              m             r
           effortlessly, into                                                      a      c
               dominion'                                                      ­          l




We Would Be Untimely Fountains Of Life and Energy
                         Untimely Fountains
                                          Fountains­ Of Life
We Would Be                 Fountains
                                  ­       Fountains Of                 Energy



S
  p
    i
      l                      then shared . .                                                       . .
        l                         Being made of common wonders, you and I
          e                                                    ­                              [    ]   &  [ ]
            d           

                         We are uneasily explained
                          With eternal B e d t i m e Stories
                          Reluctantly clearer with far more beautiful n u m b e r s
                                                               ­                           + s e p a r a t i o n s



But i'm glad there is the patience to listen                            
                                                                ­        
                                                                ­                  and listen always

as we form a history of     c   o  n  n   e    c   t
                                                               ­            i
                                                                           o
                                                               ­            n
                                                               ­      +    s   e  p  a   r    a    t   i   o  n  s
                    +            -
The more    I  and all
                    [ ]   &   [ ]
                                                  

                                        cool in an ever cooling universe:
                                        The more I  seek comfort in, or relief from

                    
its       m   e   r       diminishing warmth
            c   u   r
            i    a   l



I am reminded                                                         ­          If i didn't have you
                  
                  [whose light is one force I never need question]
                                        
              ­                           I would be so scared
                                                        of­ 
   
                             f       l       o        a        t       i       n       g
                                                               ­          n
                                                               ­          t
                                                               ­          o     p    e    n
                                                     ­                                       i
                        ­                     w i l d l y  s i l e n t                g
                                              ­                                              h
                 ­                                                                 ­          t

                              
                            
                 made to wait

                               for the charge to  d r a i n  out
                               of our universe
an emotive graph of interdependence, max entropy, mates rates, kids riding bikes
a mess
The Widow Jul 2016
Boy, you got me  .-- .. .-. . -..
When you tap that ... .... .. - / --- ..- -
Inward eyes slip through ... .--. .- -.-. . / - .. -- .
All my whole body --.- ..- .- -.- . ...
in sympathy with 19th century dirt - .- .-.. -.-
Never made that sound before, - .... .- - / .--. ..- .-.. ... .
those tonal caresses carrying your neutrons .. -. - --- / -- .
Next door hear your proxy urges, .--. .-. . --. -. .- -. - / .--. .- ..- ... .
As you send a final surging stroke down .--. --- .-- . .-. / .-.. .. -. . ...
& leave my ticker twitching,

Oh Samuel,
I can't wait
for phones
The Widow Jul 2016
F            I           N          D

T           H          E          M

H*           O          L           D

T            H          E          M

B            E    ­       T          O

T            H          E          M

W          H        ­  A          T

T            H          E          Y

­B*            O          T          H

F            E  ­        A          R,

L           O          V           E

M          O          S           T
"You miss 100% of the
     shots you don't
                 take.      - Wayne Gretzky"

                                                   - MICHAEL SCOTT
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