it's approaching closer closer closer it forever draws nearer and it never stops and it never will more constant than the moon on a clear night more familiar than the touch of a lifelong love chilling to the bones constantly more you than not you will never escape nothing helps god never seemed more silent maybe it's just you're too loud you plea and beg for semblance silence peace but it never comes and it never will hell is a place on earth and it's right here in my head
A single drop of rain upon the ground. Like lightning strike that struck rain soddened earth. A monotonous voice rattles around, It’s face lit in the depths of the stone hearth, One light that will forever show me, you. Path burdened with unforgiving sorrow. To a life that waves a final adieu, There’s an endless number of tomorrows.
But then tomorrow becomes yesterday With the fading “Au Revoir” in the wind. The distant trembles of sorrow that fray. Closed eyes of the once forgiving and kind. An undying love ceasing to exist, As a leaf on a river set adrift.
A muggy dream walked to me Yesterday night, all roads down The equator With the taste of salt and sweat And the clocks of the world Stopped for a moment, I wrote without papers Of all the things he ever said.
The drama of falling from a cliff I did not know I was dreaming, A careful section of love letters Obscured under leather jackets Flew with the body, down to the sea. My red mail box had to wait For the Orientalist’s stories, It did wait.
I trawled his journals and poems Like a desperate lover hunting- For a vilified unpublished hero. I didn’t want to be his Halloween- Horror night or fallen oranges of the dusk, I wanted to be the cigars he puffed The rancheras he sung and the clipped Clothes that hung on his backyard.
The clichéd sappy night fall, Physical sensation and a tight lipped smile; I had to write poetry, chew my nails Chop my hair to fall normal again. Why did they not teach in schools To pause poems and eat popcorns Why did they not tell me To stop my wiggly sly will?
Lover, I’m drunk in Chaucer Sea and a monster, now I’m drowning. Let us paint the house, draw the walls And say sorry to malicious kids we made Let us take photographs, hang them on The walls and make trips back to our sacks Let us drive the hills, sing songs Shock the folks and live out of track.