"monickers" poems
I wish to be held
in the fluttering midst of your lashes.
To dream and lie
in soft gardens of green and dismissal.
I wish to be sunk
deep through the enclosing of your gashes.
A stream drank dry,
with decayed skeletons of sweet thistle.
I dare not divulge
How I loathe,
How I want.
I dare not indulge
In my breath,
Nor my heart.
I wish to be drunk!
How the merlot might rain onto my earth!
To fit and cry!
The tortured soil in pleasure and respite.
Oh, I am compelled,
To curse all monickers shared unto worth!
Now dreams must die!
Drowned amongst wretched ripples of moonlight!
I will not become
Who I loathe,
Who I want.
I will abstain from
My own breath,
My own heart.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
I'm a captured tooth nerve
amalgam appeased
restrained in containment
by my keeper
then I can be a prisoner escaping the jail
free to do as I pleased
my warder has lost the keys of control
on dark days
my fathoms swirl in murky mass
infused with blinding kelp
on good days
my porthole shows clearness
of eye
the glass reflects well
just to confuse
my ore's composition
is misunderstood
metamorphic
the translations
changing
minute by minute
hour by hour
these ones are buggers
my microscope
isn't good with it's definition
will I won't I
who knows
my borders are contested
being diplomatic
I make pacts and treaties
no monickers
the tried and tested
gentleman's agreement
that will do
my margins can be
thick or thin
comments fit it
usually they range
between insult and praise
depending on the mood
I often go to open cut mines
to find common minerals
useful on a daily basis
real effort is called for
when I delve into deep shafts
sometime gems are quarried
precious ones to behold
well enough said
a letter is to be written
dear meditative home
we're returning soon
p.s. if we're delayed after hours
leave the porch light on
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC