"dreamboy" poems
The rustic sheet of a door screams as we pull it like a scab
We step inside this warehouse can
Two floors - we're holding hands
His eyes lit like a crescent Moon - excited, he yells "daaad!"
Our head, like swaying swing
We see it all, tongue in cheek
Like controls without the freak
It's so much fun it stings
An asymmetric wasteland
Convenient and distorted
The walls - bleak and boarded
A symbolic sleight of hand
This is where we feel
My father's on the catwalk
Like paranoia paraphernalia
My son's grip tightens, it's the only thing that's real
Absolute felicity
To realize what I have in the confines of my hand
Imperfection in the making - he doesn't understand
Skylarking permissably
A reverie to remember
His smile - sifting through his eyes
Warm, he maneuvers like the flies
He was born in December
Moving closer to my father
He's amidst the in-between
Consistently foreseen
His motion is no bother
He steps along the ply
Somehow keen in his demeanor
Four-years-old, but greener
Tossed and turning - it's the gleaner
The sheet has been disturbed
He's falling to his death
I'm blanketed in sweat
This cannot be deserved
My father's eyes - they match my own
I tear through the distance
Foreseeing and consistent
My father is a witness
The fear - he's fighting falling
We've never known it more
His tiny hands just wishing there were nails
Collective - we're losing all things
I grasp a finger as he falls but not enough to bring him back
My son approaches pavement as it fills my throat the same
I look him in the eyes as they melt away in pain
My body wakes without my mind - hysterically screaming "DAAAD!"
Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC
*I had a dream in the middle of the day
About a boy with springs where his legs should have been
He jumped so high he got tangled in barbwire clouds
And it rained blood and viscera for a month*
Nov 17, 2017
Nov 17, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
He's like a star to her
He lighted up her way
While she admired him
from a distance
She married his words
and put his name on a pedestal
Dreamed of him night and day
Asked for miracles
Like wanting to see him
to walk on the vast ocean
and reach her hand
She treated him as an angel
In the fairytale that she made
that only tells of forever
Her dreamboy
was just a character she has drawn
in the shaded corner of her mind
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 7:23 PM UTC