"absynthe" poems
There are more kinder ways to forget
then to trace the heart of things
I see so vividly on your arms,
your public frightening places.
I want to tell you
that the lingering circumstance
of your alcohol lipped kiss
is not the only way to bathe,
not the only way to wash the night
from its gargoyles making fine young
love in the streets; the buildings
pressed green from your slipping
absynthe hands.
I want to tell you that
you should eat more, you should
sleep more; the worry of my touch
a grind of bone turned to dust;
your name lost in a piece of cloth
held up to your face
coughing up the evening meal.
I want to say that
and yet I don’t,
the sneer of the mirror
allowing nothing yet.
Mar 14, 2013
Mar 14, 2013 at 8:01 AM UTC
The calm sought by man,
finding absynthe in truth,
holy abyss of moon and star,
I'm alone in paradigm,
Find the calm in yourself,
for it's all in your head,
hold me close my friend,
for gravity melts,
as I float above,
can't think the same,
reality lost,
for I am my own god,
I am my creation.
Feb 12, 2010
Feb 12, 2010 at 8:46 PM UTC
I stare at you and feel the empty air
begging to be filled with
the admirations festering in my lungs
And as thoughts form flavor on
my lips,
I choke them back and **** them
with the smoky cancer
I exhale in a thick white stream
and hope that it could be
enough of a
screen to hide my eyes
and the hole I'm boring
into your face.
I pray that if you
breathe it in,
you can taste the
honeyed intentions
I fill space with common talk
that distracts from the reality in
which real feelings burn quickly
and leave empty an air that you
ignore.
I swallow it like absynthe
as my jaw clenches with
the weight of my masochistic heart.
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 10:45 PM UTC
When you exist to not exist
When the colors of your hair are bathed in the deepest green of absynthe
When it's quiet but never been so excruciatingly pervasive
Where can I find my peace
Are we in balance or just in limbo?
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 12:46 PM UTC