“Moby Dick,”  Herman Melville

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~for the lost at sea~

after a year of saltwater absence and abstinence,
return to the island caught between two land forks
surrounded by river-heading flows
bound for the
great joining

the Atlantic welcomes the fresh water fools,
bringing hopefully hopeless gifts of obeisances.
endeavoring to keep their infinite souls

sea accepts them then drowns the
warm newcomers into
deep cold salinity
sometimes eroding,
sometimes preserving
their former
deep cold originality

called to depart from my beach shoreline
no kayak, sunfish or glass bottomed boat required,
walk on water and my toes ten eyes with
no depth perception limitations,
reading the floor’s topography,
millions of minion’s stories infinite

god’s foot heavy upon my shoulders,
a daytime travel guide,
not a friend travel companion,
a pusher showing a drug called salvation,
a designated for the masses

my in-camera brain  eyes,
record everything for playback -
the lost and unburied

walk shore to ship, on soles
to souls,
is this my new-summer nature welcome greeting?

puzzled at the awesomeness of vastness,
conclude this clarification of the occluded-deep,
a stern reminder of my insignificant existence,
to walk humbly, spare my sin of vanity, and
forgive my trespasses upon the lives of others

perhaps then the infinite of my soul chance restored,
older visions clarified and future poems
write themselves
and sea to it my predecessors
be better remembered

Memorial Day 2018
 May 18 Eliot York
Vicki
some poems
espouse notions,
evoke, stoke flames;
other poems promote
peace; some are
"untitled" as protective
name; all poems
have reasons
they came

some poems
are glorious horses
that neigh and whinny;
others are doves that soar
in brilliant cloud-
skimming possibility; every poem
has a corresponding
insect: a seven-
spotted ladybug, a sweet
monarch butterfly, a scathing
scurrying cockroach,
a mantis praying
for us

carpe diem
some implore;
darkened souls
still more xplore;
some are knives
in hidden drawers,
offshore drills
and gentle pills like
mother gives;  some
seek forgiveness while
others spit bitterness
and kiss cold shoulders;
some are orphans
and widows, wide-
open windows
and wet ledges; lots
are skyscraper-
climbing
rebels

there are
poems that last
forever and millions
that die in mere minutes;
there are poems like this one
that will never feel finished

i wish emily
had known twitter; i wish
shel silverstein had been
my babysitter; i wish poe
had known riches; i wish
walt whitman was
still with us.
 May 16 Eliot York
Jack
“please be naked”

she stands in her doorway wearing just a gown,
I walk in the house, dumbstruck by beauty,
up in her room undoing the bow, the shield simply slides down
caressing her curves, stroking down to the floor,
intertwined bodies craving the touch of the other,
joined as one in the gentle acts of love and lust,
romanticised ideals of perfection and soft rhythm,
delicate groans as two become one,
the broken poet, for the moment, is gone,
my drug addiction of you, just wanting more,
As my heart bleeds, love begins to pour.

“please be naked”.
this poem is influenced by The 1975 instrumental song "please be naked". i regularly think of this song as romanticising the act of sex and the trust required with it rather than what most songs make it today. despite having no lyrics the song speaks volumes to me and id definitely recommend it to anyone. stay safe and live well. JY x
 May 14 Eliot York
Eryn
Yellow
 May 14 Eliot York
Eryn
On the first day of school they asked for two random facts about myself. I come up blank, because I am to consumed by you to remember even my favorite color. I let myself revolve around you over the span of months as if you were the sun but really you where just a collection of Broken stars roaming around, searching for something you didn’t know you wanted, a solar system dedicated to you. I was so devoted to finding beautiful scents to fill your lungs I forgot how to breath and When I realized my lungs were malnourished It was too late. I look for myself I but all I find are reflections of you, the things that used to bring me joy are masked by the smile that convinced me it was all worth it. I feel broken but it does not matter, because at least you will be shiny and new for the next girl. The next girl. The girl who will put Daisy’s in her because you love Daisy’s, The girl who will undress for you, the girl who will cry over you, the girl who will breath only when you ask, the girl who will be a chew toy for when your mundane life is no longer enough, the girl who is enough. I am not that girl. I am this girl. This girl standing in front of a microphone scared out of her wits, this girl who doesn’t know if she is ready to say yes, this girl whose hands are perpetually shaking, this girl who is afraid of her reflection, this girl who is not dresses by herself but by her insecurities, this girl who loved you, this girl was not enough for you but surely must be enough for me. I finally remembered what my favorite color is. Yellow, not because you were once my sun, but because yellow is the color of sunflowers, and I really love sunflowers.
 May 10 Eliot York
Mariamme
sitting here sweetly, today
yellow paint on my gums
but i'm smiling now, aren't i
the songbirds make love
outside my window as i stare
lost in my computer screen
in love with my reflection
in the black plastic and binary
smiles look nice on my face
so says my mother before
i let myself cry when she turns
away from the swimming pool
of mingled emotive thoughts
technicolor swimsuits in my
closet, i'm not in there anymore
i wish i was; i need the color's fun
to pretend that those songbirds
can sing away the sadness
painting a starry night in my eyes
while the sunlight filters in
splashing the shadows with yellow
the color of my gums as i seek
the elusive joy you spoke of
'eating yellow paint' refers to vincent van gogh's search for happiness,
painting your insides yellow to hide the sadness. i can relate.
 May 9 Eliot York
Skaidrum

you weren't looking but
the universe unfolded
in your garden's bones.
Of the haiku series
xii. to: elizabeth; eden in the flesh

© Copywrite Skaidrum
Why didn’t you lose, when it was on the news
And hundreds of thousands of people accused  
you of scandal, and incompetence?
You never revealed your conscience
or any remorse for your play boy antics
so far removed from your pedantic
stereotype as a political leader
more like a sleazy wheeler dealer
pervy old dirty geezer
over cologned and greasy heavy breather,
machinating falsifier
misogynistic paedophile,
machiavellian Italian stallion;
Faccia brutta o sfacime no?

You prized a Ruby above the rest.
Bunga bunga what a pest
she leaked your private fetish fest,
poor Silvio you did your best
to hide the bribes, the bets,
the whores the drugs the threats.
But you never really did care
what was right and what was fair
You got all the attention all the fame
and made the liberals look like philistines
by shrugging allegations that would define
and force any other politician to resign.
You waited until Italy was sucked dry;
for her wallet to exhale a defeated sigh
When you decided to resign.
How could the euro ever survive
with you wanting to prioritise
Your fucking sex drive?
the sun drips
like
a
yellow yolk

oozes
down
the gold knots
of my spine
breathe the first of Spring days
the radio plays our favorite song

i see you backwards
quickly
all the times we had
vulnerable;
gone.

the sky is blue, the lake is blue
your eyes are blu
and they say i look like your
sister
oh gods. help me
i can’t feel anything
except you
and everything here is you
 Apr 8 Eliot York
Haris
Our bodies may never entwine again
In their lifetimes
Our skin may eventually shed
Every touch and kiss and grip
Of you and I
To be all but mere dust
My longing for you may seep
Into every sweet letter and noun and adjective
I choose to utter
Unto my speech is but lost scripture
But the very ashes of me:
Bones, organs, salt and all
Will sleep with undying peace
In Earth’s nomadic bed
In the knowledge
The hands of time are tied 
When we’re together

It’s as if the cosmos, the stars
The planets, unknown forces
Whatever it is, banded together
To preserve a timeless pocket
Of our love’s lint
That transcends us
And the us that comes after us
And thereafter
Until our paths collide again
With a big bang
And time will roll into motion
Along with light and love
And our hearts
Will grow old together
As sparked from the very same
Atomic lint

My dearest, this will be our beginning
And it will be the most beautiful thing
The universe has ever seen
 Apr 4 Eliot York
Nicky
Be the change you want to see
Try not to judge, let others be
The rain will stop, the storm shall pass
Pleasure is pleasing and love can last

Set up for sorrow, it's hard to see
Open your eyes, switch off your tv
Put down the remote and venture outside
Get out in to nature where healing resides

Turn off your phone, log off the net
You'll be surprised with the solace you get
Write a poem, cook a nice meal
Declare your love, see how it feels

Put away the plastic, stop doing your hair
Go back to basics, even though it's rare
Laugh at your troubles, hug it out
Why are you frowning, what's that all about
A sign of the times, the information age
Escape from the trap, break out of your cage

Tell me now, how do you feel
Please keep it up, do we have a deal
Memories last but gadgets do not
Live your life fully, run from the rot
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