"eviscerations" poems
If I fall, unbidden, into your idle daydreams,
Do you scourge me from your head with thought-blades,
Gouge me from the soft grey jelly with a blunt steel mind-spoon?
And how precise are these eviscerations?
Perhaps you may just miss a lingering memory;
That birthday kiss, your hands like angels whispers on the nape of my neck.
The glance across the room, or one of my fleeting messages,
Vanishing in seconds, but scribed indelibly into your psyche.
Or not so indelibly; perhaps you never think of me at all,
Or only as you think of other embarrassments, and guilty pleasures,
With a vague distaste, and a promise to yourself to do better.
If it's the former, and you find yourself gouging,
Dig deeper, my darling, I would wish to be gone forever
from your lightly troubled mind,
I can bear to be reviled, I can bear to be a torment,
I cannot bear to be a troublesome fly-thought, easily swatted,
An irritating echo, or a faint and tainted ***** dream.
Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 5:58 PM UTC
I shall write from a room of my own.
Kick tin at the cat on the roof
“You're one of my favorites”
He said.
And said.
Until he didn’t.
Naiveté’s intoxicating allure
Once duped
Breeds contempt
The mask slips.
I failed to see the hot plate of my goose cooked
For love of kindness
While kissing your ***
Eviscerations deflower nobler hearts to pay lessors’ intentions
Beyond pale of reason
Power’s addiction
I shall not suffer wisely
A fool indifferent
The secrets we keep safeguarding delusion for hope’s sake.
What we allow?
Continues.
A heart breaks
Until it quakes.
Then heart writes from a room of its own
Kicks tin at the cat on the roof.
©2015 Kelley White
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC