Subconscious on Parade

Subconscious on Parade Mar 2013

You said it didn't have to be painful, and I appreciate the sentiment, but you were wrong, and that's so satisfying.

When pins and pressure plates crawl into my spent shoulders
I clutch madly to crush the offending sinews.

When I’ve grazed the side of my tongue with an accidental death-threat
I revisit the spot and repeatedly incise, until I’m ******* crimson and tears.

When the she-squito shoots me up via serrated needle turning me feastlike
My fingernails compulsively scavenge out the adenosine deaminase.

I sniff the arid bottles of perfumes I love that are no longer manufactured.
I re-trace my lost friendships through the riverside paths we made.
I chop onions and slurp hot sauce until I’m dry.

Maybe that’s why I’m stuck on you.

Subconscious on Parade Feb 2013

Lessons In Flight

Standing on opposite hemispheres
The view was ever so different.
He said, “Let me show you the sun”
But all she could hear was his voice
And its whispered golden promises
In her silver moonlit ear.

Patience turning time
In planetary pirouettes
Blinded, blinded…
But finally, to see!
Infinite white sands
And where was he?
She tried her best
To grow the wings he wanted
And where was he…

A massive pair of wings they were
Impressive, as the dragons fly
Made of shining leaf and dreams
Collected from a glowing sky
Constructing tomorrows from memories,
She found herself.

Then suddenly,
A golden voice out of silence,
Muffled and confessing from closeby,
Head held in hands,
Hands scratched from digging inside
“I’m sorry
That I have not been perfect to you.”

She lifted his head
And kissed his scars.
“I never asked you to be.”

Subconscious on Parade Jan 2013

Survivors

Freezing fog
Trees protest
They can’t shiver
It’s a test.
Wait for spring
Hold all breath
Patient trees
Denying death.

Stagnant air
Hanging white
Building daggers
In the night.
Grim to breathe
Grim to touch
Patient are trees
That suffer such.

Winter cracks and
Winter cleaves
No bitter words
Are heard from leaves.
Watch the trees
For they will show
The path of patience
And way to grow.

It's so ******* cold here.