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I had such big dreams,
I could have built cities out of them,
lined each street with cherry blossoms
that were always in bloom.
A million personalities walking beneath them
and I knew every one like family,
and we’d all stop and talk for a little while,
grab a coffee, chat about the universe
and how much smaller it seemed to be getting.

That’s all dreams are, though,
sitting in your head like grotesques,
******* out another reason to be happy
when you’re sitting alone in the dark.
They feed off the serotonin
and keep eating it all up
until you feel sorry for yourself
and wait for the next grotesque dream
to get you through the night.
A dream took shape, defined by the contours of the hole
you cut into the fog when you left that night.
You were walking on a dark cobbled street,
the drizzle coming down like sheets of silk,
the pale streetlight reflecting in the sheen
of the cobbles your gentle footfalls fell upon.
A man in a flatcap holding a skull-handled cane
smoking a cigarette with strong, yellow-tipped fingers,
watched as you ambled past his eyeline and down the hill.
He looked up to me, threw me a wink across the distance
and turned to follow you, his slippers sliding on the cobbles.

He disappeared from view and soon I heard the shrill
call for help come from your hastily muffled mouth,
but I just stood there and waited for the cries to die,
becoming drowned out by the drizzle pitter-pattering
upon the old cobbles and the stone wall lining the street.
The man came back up the hill, breathing heavily,
a line of blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth,
and he stood back under his solitary streetlight,
lit another cigarette and threw me another wink,
licking his lips and giving me a secret freemasonlike nod.
I picked up the shovel resting against my thigh…

When I woke, I thought of vampyres from the near east,
Transylvanian midnight hunters longing for the blood of virgins
to soothe the burning pain flowing in their centuries-old veins.
Still wearing my overcoat, I stood up and looked out the window,
overlooking the gaslighted cobble street enshrouded in fog,
the cemetery across the street, the stone wall doused in drizzle,
and I swear I could see the hole you left behind your body
as it vacated by world to find a new life to forage from.
I tapped out the dottle in my pipe, stuffed in fresh tobacco,
and lit the pipe, creating a large plume of smoke that quickly filled the room,
indistinguishable from the world-weary fog crawling beyond my window.

And then I saw the man in the flatcap, the cigarette hanging from his lips,
bent down from the rain, surely much too hard to gain anything from it,
but the smoke did indeed snake its way up into the air from the end,
like snakes of blue that decided gravity was far too cumbersome to believe in,
ready to escape the atmosphere and find a better way of living.
I began to feel empathetic for the smoke when I noticed the focus of the man’s gaze;
the window I was now standing at, where I too was smoking and gazing,
and he threw me a wink across the distance followed by an almost imperceptible nod.
I dropped my pipe, the wood splitting upwards along the shank,
almost shearing the tenon, but none of this I noticed as I stepped away from the window
that allowed the figment of a dream to gaze upon me and for I to gaze upon him.

I sat on my bed for an indescribable length of time, planning to stand up,
find the courage to step towards the window again to lay me hallucination to rest,
but the smoke must have still been stirring in my eyes because tears flowed,
and all I could think of was that figure of you disappearing into the fog
and how I let you disappear without saying but a word, without so much as a fight,
to try to convince you that I could change and that I was ready to change for you.
I may as well have picked up a shovel and started digging your grave,
or would that hole in the ground have my name upon the headstone?
Whatever recourse led me to this situation, I was surely now stuck
with no mode of transport available to allow me to venture to other pastures,
to view upon other cobbles, ones not lined by a cemetery,
ones not housing an hallucination that smokes snakes and winks and nods.
But here I am, wearing an overcoat in my bedchambers, dreaming of you,
because that is all you are now, walking away into the fog of a memory.
The music fell from her eyes
and the lyrics curved her lips.
I fell in love with her dark skies
and the fine clef of her hips.
Dreams str e  t   c  h  in  g      a  h  e   ad     o   f    t  i   me  
Ebbing and f  l  o  w  i  n  g like darker tides,
set adrift, off the shores of Nightmare,
where clouds grow fierce and

C      O      V      E     R      T     H      E       W    H     O     L     E        S    K     Y

I don’t know the way home,
I’m not sure it even existed,
just a p  a    s     s      i       n     g            m    e    m    o      r       y
that moves like the water,
w     a         s            h         i           n      g           a     w   a      y  
the sand;
dry land;
lost to time     i   m    m     e     m         o           r               i            a                l
Juniper falling, they’re all bent crooked,
hat stands melting in the wind, night-time,
starlight, firelight, moonlight, candlelight.
She’s grazing sunsets flecked with gold,
he’s hurling rocks at the great untold,
writing words sparkling with ink, bold,
selling his soul, what’s that?, already sold?
Well **** it, sell it again, highest bidder,
canopies never quite reach the sky.

No cracks in the glass ceiling, this is it,
end of the road, can’t get higher, boy,
and that girl is gone, so long, farewell,
cracking her cosmic whip, speed of sound,
sonic boom, punctured eardrums, scream!
Still can’t hear you, give it all you got,
inhale, keep going, like it’s all a bad dream,
**** in the air, grit your teeth, open your throat,
let it all out, **** it, make the ground quake.

The dead don’t rise, zombieless landscape,
all alone, boy, talk high, act tough,
you’re just a kid, son, just a **** child.
She wasn’t yours, sunsets, horses wild,
password required, verification, access denied.
Glitter had her like stardust, gathered up,
lining your pockets, fingers lingering inside,
feeling the sharpness, the smoothness,
keep ******* up, stars still shine, right?

Even they die too, false hope, eternity wrong,
an illusion in the confusion, beautiful delusion,
twist in the contortions, moon rocks soft.
Skip them across the lake, the other side,
out of reach, always sink halfway there,
but keep dreaming, dream big, all that’s left,
waste of an ocean, too big, too ******* blue.
Same as the sky, reflection, reflect yourself,
look inside and find that little piece of heaven
trailing her sunsets, golden evenings, perfection,
but your cancer is her absolute dejection.

Chin up, kid, got a long way left to go,
the sign reads thirty, put your foot down,
flat out, heading for the hairpin turn,
fly off the curve, look down, kid, you’re flying.
escaped your labyrinth, lucky little minotaur.
But that’s just it, ******* with string,
trees bending in dead winds, lost all hope,
come crashing down, gravity your enemy.
Another lost soul, pick up the pieces,
dead shards of nothing, atoms splitting.

Marble heads carved grotesquely,
kissing their mouths with a **** in hers,
oh boy, didn’t you know?, she’s a ****,
looking for something to stop her dam bursting.
Oh poor thing, silly little creature,
that sunset wasn’t yours, you don’t do gold,
too many whisperings, murmurings, memories,
holding on, gotta let go, fingers whitening,
but she sounded so beautiful, ******* siren,
lorelei, songs painted poison on the air.

What you gonna do, kid? Run away again?
Cry in your corner, stupid little *****,
no highways passing the moon, it’s new,
no light in your dark, forget about her.
Moving ahead, skirting stars, black holes,
vacuuming your light, just slip in,
so easy, so easy, so ******* easy,
and all that pain will be gone from here,
say goodbye to it all, what use is light
to the blind who pray to gods of colour?

Gardens with roses, pansies, hemlock,
creeping over it all, eat the berries,
chew the toadstools, you’re too low,
get high!, but you aren’t like that,
too busy chasing dreams, guess what,
THAT’S ALL THEY ******* ARE!
When you gonna learn the truth, boy?
Your head lies, your heart lies,
everything and everyone, all they do is lie.
Silence, forever slumbering, dead monsters,
hunting a condition, your rotten addictions.

Angels on horses, swords made of clouds,
cathedrals, campaniles, made of red brick,
and they droop, rushed by weight, heavy skies,
bleeding their rain like a shark attack victim.
She dances with raindrops, flecked with a spectrum,
revolving as the world, her feet, the ground beneath,
and you, yes you, still dreaming, aren’t you?
It’s cheap and easy, doesn’t hurt,
unless you end up believing them.
Nothing comes true, other lies told in the dark,
when she thinks you’re asleep, I love you.
Creeping, visceral tides of dark
like the vines of black ivy
slithering over his body,
covering him in black,
the darkness his comfort,
the silence his mistress.

He gazed into the abyss
and the abyss gazed back,
the curvaceous jaws
with teeth like scimitars
bit him in half, swallowed,
took the rest of him
into that warm, inviting mouth.
I’m not sure exactly where I found you,
but you carried the pieces of you you still had.
You never told me what happened to you,
never said a word in response to the questions,
too busy cradling all the things you had lost.

Maybe I found you in the wreckage of a previous disaster,
a 747 with the engines blown, coming down like heavy clouds,
streaking the sky like a meteorite, shooting star inbound,
make a wish, and I did, and here you showed up,
walking through the smoke on the night the world went up in flames.

You couldn’t tell the difference between heaven and hell,
synonyms for the same kind of pain that comes
when you’ve lost all hope you had in this world.
I think deep down it was you piloting that plane,
and you just happened to crash land on the path I was taking.

I don’t know what caused you to nosedive,
but I know that I tried to catch you and, in the destruction,
the strange blood in your veins added more layers to my skin.
The impact you made caused the world to stop spinning,
picking up the pieces on the night the world went up in flames.
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