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Nov 2015
days dance down on strings i so often mean to
tug at, yet end up leaving, to dangle loose in
the semblance of breeze we pass between. caught
yr eyes like an ocean. made an idea, but don't got
the follow-through. it's easy to stay still; is it so bad?
is it so bad? here, i find way less dreams, but less don't
destroy me a thing. so i'll just keep on & breathe, & cut out in
the long haul. i can't keep this up. such a waste, in so
many colour schemes. pretendin' i ain't losin' sleep. i fell deeply. i fall
always. and if it's you, well, it's you; and i don't pretend anymore like
i know the world for certain, or even that the world can be certain. i don't
have a clue & thus love all of the intolerable patterns in their in-
evitablity: what makes you, me n' everything else. so, don't give up. don't
give up, just keep going & i will go, too. and if you move along i
promise not to get so ****** up about it, & if we don't move i'll
shoulder my half of the blame & love you even more. not like
i wouldn't anyway, not like i'd say it anyway.
                  - the city just shrinks, and where i've slept -
                                                               ­                    shoot, i'm not
losing anything. thought i'd lost it all, but there is no loss!
there is only what you hold, but it is all grains of sand & they
do all slip, eventually, otherwise the ground would just be rock.
  silt & loam, the world is now rich and fragrant with my lost
friends, it needs 'em more'n i do, i'm happy, i'm exploding
with light in this evening. i can smell the toxins leaking.
i'm sorry i've been so **** down, but it's only 'cause i keep
missing you so much. so much. so very much, but it only
hurts happy & my sweetnesses grow by the second & i hope
you feel the warmth every morning, the light i blot up
to save the sky from this endless night we sometimes can only see.

if only you open your eyes and shift to smile in the glow.
here i will be, in flesh & bone, crossing electrons over your lips.
desk-cleaning.
Tom McCone
Written by
Tom McCone  Wellington
(Wellington)   
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