"nosedive" poems
Hormones raging...for what I'm told not to engage in, even if we're engaged, if it's not official than its still revealed as...fornication. There's a disturbing underestimation of the result given for this particular sinful demonstration, society has taught us that we test the car before we drive it, but the 1st issue with this analogy told is that we're comparing human sin to...driving a vehicle? But if we're going to establish analogies on this subject , then, well, why don’t we also consider these: do we begin eating Thanksgiving dinner before were done saying grace? Do they hand out diplomas and degrees for classes you haven't passed yet? Do they give Super Bowl trophies to teams expected to win? So how do we justify receiving the prize of an unmet process? Far too many have allowed marriage to become an afterthought or not even a passing idea our better judgment caught because man had rather receive a temporary pleasure that sin conceives birthed in disobedience, deceptive grip around your conscience until your choked by the demands of a lustful flesh that wants to be fed in continual expedience. Or...Maybe, I’m just being a hater, fighting not to be twistedly envious and curious of a world that I’m forbidden to embrace. Or Maybe I’m fighting...the temptation and frustration of being a single man patiently searching for that good thing and the favor my Father blesses along with her. Maybe I’m fighting...not to nosedive into the bottomless trap laid for human souls, lured in by lack, of self-control. It troubles me in just how simple... he brags and boasts then plots and plans his next victim in the desecration of his and her Creator’s Temple. But It’s not all his fault, because it was up to her to give him the key to this priceless location better known as her body.
Jan 1, 2018
Jan 1, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Every night I die in an airplane
Beads of sweat fall like rain
Every night I die in a plane crash
I wake up feeling like plain trash
Because every night my plane dives into the ocean
I can't believe the virtual reality of the motion
All my friends and family are there
I watch them drown
Leaving me marooned at sea
The river Styx of my dreams
I wake up marooned at bed
Swimming in a sea of sweat
None of my friends and family are there
And my adrenaline nightmares keep me scared
Because if I fall asleep
It's a nosedive I reap
Every night I die in an airplane
Why is this image so ingrained?
Every night I die in a plane crash
Pressure crushes me to plain ash
Because every night my plane flies into a mountain
The passenger's blood fills my eyes like fountains
All my friends and family are there
I watch them burn
Leaving me stranded in the hills of hell
Until I understand the pills too well
I wake up stranded in bed
Buried in an avalanche of sweat
None of my friends and family are there
And my reality has begun to tear
When I keep dying in my dreams
My mentality rips at the seams
Every night I die in an airplane
Why must my mind be so untame?
Every night I die in a plane crash
And my life becomes a plain flash
Because every night my plane flips upside down
As my useless body is tossed round and round
All my friends and family are there
I watch them get mangled
Leaving me to die at high speeds
With corpses that profusely bleed
I wake up dying in bed
Flipped face down in a pool of sweat
None of my friends and family are there
I begin to wonder if they even care
Because I watch them die every night
It makes me love them more
Because I watch them die every night
My life becomes a chore
But there's nothing for death to reclaim
When I'd just cross over to another plane
Aug 1, 2017
Aug 1, 2017 at 12:58 PM UTC
I.
You can always tell the
Virgins from the way they
Glide—cerebral giddy with nectarfilled
Hearts and earlobes full of
Wax/
Wane moonshine turf if you’re not
Dying for astronomers’ loves and what makes
Ptolemy different from Claude is
Given prove:
Equal and opposite reaction.
II.
Shove knife down pork
Wasn’t so hard, was it.
III.
TWO SOLIDS INTERSECT
In a plane. In the bathroom, to be exact.
What follows is not
Essential to the proposition;
Calculate the spatial
(surface area, volume of cubicle,
conclude insufficient is <
where escape
velocity is )
useless to
resistance factor 7 [prepare
for lift-off landing
taxi
To the Bronx of course where else would I
Be on a night like this it’s raining in the parlour
Wont you step outside?
III.
anemic & half-
starved half-
sandwich
go on,
have a bite.
IV.
in arm will undulate bloodcellspouroutcantstoptoowide
are you just imagining this?
What would they tell you in school blood is
thicker than water
i’m not sure they eat
carnivores here.
CARNIVAL
festival of meat.
Flesh
LIVE
trembling
quiver SWIFT shoot through air DUCK dead swandive nosedive outplug
BOOM go the couple in the cabin
lavatory
laboratory? Rats go bang in the night
crash & burn debris over Detroit is our
favorite way to die
colorful isn’t it rainbow—
brushfire—
bruises and fire storms out and around the
populace to decimate seems like mating by a factor of ten
V; or. X^2+i(70x7)=
aftermath:
my ex squared
with me seventy times
seven
equals in
fortitude (labor-intensive)
tea costs sixpence in dallas what about
you so
integral to my
being that sometimes I wonder if you’re just
imaginary or if
what it takes to be transcendental is
beyond what’s rational or even what’s
real to me:
eight is
enough for the eggs.
Sep 12, 2013
Sep 12, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
Whirl and swirl
Down deep within
This heart-heat
Spin
Nosedive into
Outer limits through
Our imagination
With water and fire
Renewed
As we descend
Pulsating beats
Pursue
Ablaze
Beneath
Our
Skin
Evaporate with me
Moving away from
Swamps of...
Misunderstanding
Evaporate with me
Into a basin of
Outstanding
Rapture let
Me capture
You my
Sweet
Tears fall into pools
Rejuvenated
As we dive into
A puddle of mirrors
Can you
See yourself
Through the eyes
Of someone else
That you've
Become
In me?
Floating above
High springs that
Swell and breathe
You are the fire
That burns
Inside of me
You are the river
That flows
Indefinitely
An infinite well
Of flowing creeks
Buckets of
Flames and
Vibrant streams
Channeled into
Estuary dreams
Behold our
Atlantic destiny
Our Indian
Ocean of
Open arms
And misty
Colored
Schemes
Rivers and
Lakes
Harbor
Us Safely
A love-filled
Gulf retreat
Fists full
Of fire and
Adriatic
Seas
Evaporate with me
Moving away from
Swamps of...
Misunderstanding
Swimming in an
Abyss of believing
In our mystery
Paddle through the mud
Sweep through the debris
That would hold
Us back from
Wading with
Wonder
Carefully
I will carry you
With every stroke
Plunge into our
Outer limits
To evoke
The innermost
Parts that we
Confide in
One another
A pond of
Affection
Silver
Reflection
A soul-mate
Connection
Watch as the bubbles
Rise before our eyes
A reservoir of
Blue skies
Fire and ice
Intertwined in
White Light
Golden blue and
Coral hues
Vaporize and
Fade
Into a
Perfect
Sound
Surrounding
View
Evaporate with me
Moving away from
Swamps of...
Misunderstanding
Evaporate with me
Into a basin of
Outstanding
Rapture let
Me capture
You my
Sweet
My altogether vestibule
My love-lamp fuel
My golden rule
You are free to
Float here
In our
Pool
© tHE tERRY tREE
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
on autopilot all day
then the moment the sun goes down
the lights go off
the eyelids shut
the pilot finally takes control
and starts a long, vicious nosedive
into the icy cold ocean of thoughts
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
I know you still can't breathe
And your ribs burn
But I love it
When I finish laughing first
Because for a moment
I am the insomniac
Enthralled by the lucid dreamer
(your eyelids flutter)
I am the Catholic
Entranced by the shameless drunk
(your hiccups slur)
And your giggles pop like
Bubble bath and boiled syrup
And everything is funny
Everything is spine-chillingly funneled
Your sprite and shrieks nosedive
Into my bloodstream
Spike my heartstrings
And your cheeks
Swell and splotch and squish
Into those sparkling eyes
Until they gush
And you try to stop it, but
Like gagging on lake water
You can't
Not until every sprinkle gets spewed
And baby, there is so much
So much beauty
Spawning inside of you
So much to share, and I starve for it
I soar with it
And for a moment
A dreamer stirs the city
A drunkard saves the world
The children stump the wisemen
As you shake the cobwebs
From your ribs
For one more second
Reality is fragile
Love is tangible
And nothing else is
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 1:12 AM UTC
Laying motionless on a riverbed,
Drowning at rock bottom constantly
I hate to admit it but
That's where you'll most commonly find me
No landmarks, no marked miles,
Got lost on the back roads to recovery
I finally pulled out of this nosedive of false certainty
Just to expectedly fall back into the same trajectory
Distractions follow closely,
Waiting to complicate the wrong actions I already make consistently
That's a disastrous recipe
That's what has made my present day a fraction of what I think it oughta be
This has to be far more than what I have coming to me
Like what I've repaid triggers karma's selective memory
©2024
Mar 29, 2024
Mar 29, 2024 at 6:21 PM UTC
Senior woman that continue to fly
They are still Flight Attendants and that is no lie
The Golden Girls woman have been flying since they were young
Yet they are still among
Their knowledge goes beyond any American, Delta and United procedure
The Golden Girls have senior vitality
But their wisdom and understanding became their theory of reality
So up and away
We are flying on this day
No Geritol on this flight
You shall sleep throughout the night
Welcome aboard, and we’re the senior’s who fly the friendly skies
We are your Golden Girls who are wise
We travel anywhere there is a flight
We will help you relax and don’t feel fright
There might be some turbulence, but don’t be uptight
We are the Golden Girls who are professionals and we are polite
We don’t tolerate any foolishness and that includes a fight
So buckle up
You are aboard any Flight number given
Listen to our stories that were never ever told
Be amazed with a behold
One time in our flying career, we encountered severe turbulence while a Tornado was in our flying space
The plane suddenly took a nosedive, and we thought we wouldn’t survive
We just knew we were heading for the Earth ground
However, the plane went back up safe and sound
We arrived at our destination bound
So you see, we are not called Golden Girls Flight Attendants for nothing
What we have achieved in years in flight is something more than a trail
Plight.
Sep 3, 2016
Sep 3, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
Marshes and meadows
Sunshine and shadows
Gentle ripples on the calm river
Foaming rapids in white water
The jungle echoes in the semi-darkness
while daylight creepy-crawlies clear the mess.
Peasants toiling and pheasants scratching
as I spy a cricket somersaulting
The cactus the desert's prickly femme-fatale
elsewhere a lone leaf floats in the canal
Prairie dogs go popping
while hares go hopping
and ladies go shopping
Swans have formed a V-line
The flora too is divine
as bees nosedive in bee-line.
Seista seizes birdlovers too
Thus they miss out on the hoopoe's song
For the hoopoe, it does not sing on cue
since a bird may sing anytime to woo.
What a medley eh of scenery
Murky eve and dawning greenery
Ah, wherever you go nature's so panoramic
While we make and take pictures
God actually makes what's so picturesque!
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 4:10 PM UTC
Falling in love
When that’s what it feels like:
Falling
You know you’ll hit the ground eventually and break all your bones
Just for the floor the come out from under you
And Fall Again
Feb 20, 2025
Feb 20, 2025 at 6:33 PM UTC
Honestly I feel as though this entire time I've been pacing back and forth, accruing images of two ice caps slowly breaking themselves apart into tiny fragments of burning pitch that hurls itself onwards into the night, leaving bleeding trails of light as reminders, notes with coffee stains on the edges, written late at night without much light except for what scraps pour out from under the door from the reading light. You want to breathe normally but the bag won't inflate and it's so hard to calm down when everyone else is shaking and crying and prostrating themselves as though they'll consecrate the middle aisle with their cheap pleas for salvation, for their young childrens' lives, and for all the time they wasted ******* quietly in the dark after the reading light went off and even though they had a headache. They sing a song of mutual slump, of tacit awareness of the grandiose ******** of 75 years spent in too quiet comfort concerned with small victories and unconcerned with massive regrets. Then daylight breaks and you have to look your coffee stains straight in the eye and pretend they're just blemishes when they're sores and wounds and abscesses. And before long the paper disintegrates into brown pulp and you hate that you hate yourself because surely someone is more ****** than you. But that's just one moment out of the day, and you live them endlessly, you love them endlessly, overthinking, underthinking, drinking till you can't feel your extremities and then toying with a knife because you know you couldn't otherwise. Then you nick your pinky and realize how ******* stupid you must look, trapped in your own kitchen hearing your wife down the hall resent you more and more, her distaste, stained the color of sea foam off the coast of Cyprus, her frown fixed forever forward toward your back, and her face makes you sigh, and it's the same sound as before, sure, but now you know what is happening when these tiny admissions of regret escape from anyone else's lips. Then the plane picks up out of its nosedive and people cry and hold each other and you feel more dead than if your body had just ended up tangled in the wreckage of a turbine engine, your intestines laced between the blades like the back of a corset that gets tighter and tighter until you can't feel it anymore because you're numb.
Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
It comes and goes in lunar waves
flying above the mountain top
then the nosedive
we suggest the cabin prepare for impact in ten. nine eight seven....
it's a water landing
If it was sixty outside today in December -
then maybe I won't feel so ******
at least until the night comes forth
alone with a head full of thoughts
stumbling through a strangers dark living room
trying to find a light switch
It's all fun and games riding a wave back to shore
but the wave recedes and leaves you with a back covered in sea shell scratches
swim out a little further
ride a little longer, a little bigger, lively, dangerous.
keep swimming further out
shoot for the sand bar
or the reef
but you might find yourself lost
helpless in the clutches of some foul riptide
Victims pay the price eventually
a role clad in escape
store windows full of things
that were never your fault
but you have a pocket full of change
hands shake
stomach growls
skin itches
tell yourself no
and cave in just like always
tomorrow's better for me anyway
No Mom, No Dad
everything is fine
oh yeah and merry Christmas
cheers and blessings
quality time with the people you love
in that costume you don so often that
it's hard to tell one side of the cracked mirror from the other
pound fist into open palm open palm onto flushed face
sweating and clammy and growling at the waist
shake it off champ,
the next round starts now
Now picture a small stretch of city
on that beautiful sixty degree December afternoon
maybe it's uptown or the arts district
you are with friends
conversations -
easy and honest. Organic.
talk of dreams and goals
bask in the sunlight. leisure.
sit outside at the cafe with an iced coffee
in the most-hipstery jar you've ever seen
who cares?
drink it down
enjoy it
days like this don't come around often
unless you make them
Dec 28, 2013
Dec 28, 2013 at 4:14 PM UTC
When the autumn dawns,
Nosedive like a wither'd leaf,
Fly with the pinions of air,
From the terra firma
Rise like a phoenix
When the autumn dawns,
Upswing like disrob'd tree,
Robb'd of every bling,
Uncloth'd
But thriving still
When the autumn dawns,
Fly like windy breeze,
In the clutches of
Your hawk-claws, carry
The moribund leaves and twigs
When the autumn dawns,
Settle like rich soil,
Lose enough to let go,
Strong enough
to hold on.
Dear Friend, When the autumn of life dawns,
Carry aroint deceas'd past,
Fly in a direction new
Stand strong and recreate
Thyself like a phoenix.
Copyright Dr. PRERNA SINGLA, 21 SEPT. 2015.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 4:51 PM UTC
*She's tired of fighting
To keep her soul's fire alive,
She's been in a constant battle
Just trying to survive.
Overdrive,
Overdrive,
She's totally over
The long, hard road, drive,
Always giving,
Whilst her needs
She deprives.
Nosedive,
Nosedive,
Her heart and mind
Are taking a plunge,
A freeing, freefall dive,
She's tired
Of letting the backstabbers
Take advantage of her;
She's over the malicious way
That they conspire and connive.
By Lady R.F (C) 2017*
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
For one moment
And then I’ll explain
But it’s the moment
I refrain
That produces
The most rain,
More than a shaman
And more
Than a
Hurricane
But still she came
To sit on couches
And play the game
Of hands as
Mouses
But eventually
The same boils
Down the same
If you know
Wumsayin
It’s the moment
When laying
Becomes praying
For leisure
To a heavenly teacher
That isn’t certain
If such a creature
Can even see her
But she thinks she can
Of course the man
Professes nurture
But nature nurtures
Deluded pictures
Of what Is really going on.
It isn’t the draw
Of the unopened straw
It’s the way the jaw
Drops and drools
And the fact that
A car
Takes so long to
Arrive
It’s better to
Let oneself be one
Of the hive
Than to try to be cool
And take a nosedive
Directly into
The feeling in your stomach
On the carnival ride
When the ship drops
And gravity stops your heart.
To feel,
From the ground,
Another person,
On the ride,
Falling,
Is the lure.
The attraction of flame
And fuel
And broken engines.
How could the feeling
Of waking up
In the same bed
in the same room
In the same house
In the same town
Again
And
Again
Compare?
Nov 24, 2011
Nov 24, 2011 at 11:43 AM UTC
Sometimes the future seems bleak
Yet together we can thrive
Together we will never nosedive
Together we are strong not weak
Together we betake ourselves to the peak
Together we can climb to the height
When we build on gemütlichkeit
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
feet planted firmly
water rushing around me
feel myself surge forward
unbalanced
unable to keep up with the raging current
i’ve lost my footing
nosedive
headfirst into the sand
the saltwater splashes into my eyes
stinging them
into my mouth
tantalizing my tongue with the taste of most of the planet
the sun is the warden
beating on my back
sadistic
relentless in her lashes
the sea gently licks my body as if to solace me
in my failure and physical pain
calling me back to the great blue-black mass.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 2:13 PM UTC
snorting burned toast
too late in the day to
call it a complete and
nutritious breakfast
*(i have my heroes
but i also know that i
will never be a hero
to someone like me)*
i'm not going
to make it that far.
*(call me defeatist but
i guess you're right)*
that's what i haven't
been saying is that
i'm not making plans
for the fall or the spring
or the rest of my life
because i'm afraid or
maybe convinced that i'm
not going to make it that far
because before the snow
covers the lawn in quiet
white layers i will be sprinkled
over top of the grass in the
form of a grayish powder
and misplaced hymns
*(i doubt that all of us
were born to live)*
nosedive into a
sandwich smothered
in over-sweetened
jelly regrets
and forget about the
haunting sweat that
you can't wash off
of the back of your neck
*(the nice thing about
dying young is that
you'll have the rest of
your life to forget me)*
headfirst slam into
the midnight sky
i cracked my skull
open on the moon
the milky way poured
out from behind my
eyes and galaxies came
up out of my throat
bits and pieces of me have
died here and there along
the way like ripped out
pieces of that hateful lawn
*(the reason i want
to be forgotten is
because i was never
worth remembering)*
but really it's just that
death and darkness are such nice
peaceful calm and reasonable
topics to discuss at length.
Sep 2, 2016
Sep 2, 2016 at 11:04 AM UTC
Recruitment is an utterly thankless job
Especially if you are handling an Investment Banking role
That too when working in a startup
You spend hours and hours
Searching frantically for candidates
Who possess the requisite skills and experience
Followed by days and days
Speaking to a plethora of candidates
Facing rejection after rejection
Watching your own confidence nosedive
After almost every conversation
And then gritting your teeth and continuing to burn the midnight oil
After you finally manage to share a few relevant resumes
By the skin of your teeth
You breathe a sigh of relief
Knowing that your job is half done
Everything runs smoothly from thereon
Till the offer stage
When the candidate decides to back out
Having received a better offer elsewhere
And you are back to square one
However, you resume the search
With a renewed vigour
And put your heart and soul
Into finding a suitable replacement
Your efforts are duly rewarded
However, misfortune strikes again
The candidate develops cold feet
And gets retained by his present company
You have to go back to the drawing board, yet again
However, you refuse to give up
And work harder than ever
Determined to be third time lucky
Alas! Fate turns its back on you, yet again
The client proves to be a tad too miserly
Thus pushing your candidate away
However, you continue to resist bravely
Against all odds
Determined to prove a point
More to yourself, than anyone else
However, history repeats itself
For the fourth time in a row
And you are left bruised and battered
In the face of a year full of bad luck
Which has brought you a record seven backouts
And all you can do now
Is to pray, and keep praying
For 2022 to end as soon as possible
Recruitment, is indeed an utterly thankless job
Dec 6, 2022
Dec 6, 2022 at 1:29 AM UTC
Leaves nosedive to the earth,
Every bit like birds of prey.
Commanded by the wind.
Oct 31, 2013
Oct 31, 2013 at 7:05 PM UTC
Upon (die) re rhea ding previous poem
All In The Name Of "Progress" zen
a glaring, leering,
and twittering left par wren
dared to a right (i.e. bribe)
corrective punctuation measure
slyly slipping Special Ops symbol ")"
for so many yen,
thus see slipped thru my excellent
proof reading, when
lo and behold consternation,
inconsideration, and perturbation
I thought to take a page
from playbook of Sylvia Plath,
and stick my head in the oven
but lo, a sardine recipe
(though a bit fishy),
could be found necessitating cauldron
only available for purchase in Turin
thus donned with a shrouded cape,
aye didst make whoosh,
hence, went there and came back
and frankly tubby earnest,
thence began stir'n
a bubbling concoction brew
though duration for perfect consistency
aye lacked any clue
thus, needed to contact
Hannibal the cannibal
asper what to do
in order (I explained)
to sever livingsocial,
and forever hang my head in shame
cuz, accidentally omitting
one right parenthesis too few
hence, esteemed flawless glory,
(sans error free grammarian
reputation pitched downward
where careless evinced
Kamikaze nosedive, where
matter of fact gross humiliation
instantaneously grew
and the only viable option
forced me to hew
admitting to egregious, fatuous, abhorent
and readily confesses
compunction viz, grievously
blatant Anglo Saxon
Horrifying transgression
involving backward curved "C" sin bent
a most execrable,
incorrigible, and unforgivable
literary faux pas incurring
major cosmic event
stripped of title special
Das Scribe double bubble "A" gent!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Upon complying never to err again
Matthew Scott Harris since
accepted plea bargain
accepting sentence resting his chin
til indelible necklaced "U" lettered grin
forever visible to kith and kin.
Jun 26, 2018
Jun 26, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
so happy anniversary
of yesterfray
when I peripherally laid
my eyes on you
the day I
didn't believe
because why???
it didn't compute
so my brain pushed it
away away away
because how
could you find it so easy
to replace me and ricochet
between four arms that were
not me
that was my logic:
if you loved me, if it meant
- anything ever -
you wouldn't have
made those decisions
like a haphazard hellbat
rattling off the tracks
so it was
quite obvious
I was just hallucinating
just pasting my aching heart
onto some random guy
who was oddly
not dancing
the truth is deep
and I'm trying to not
have you OD but I think
it's time to increase your dosage
and we're getting closer
closer still to
a mouthful
and one demispoon is
I noticed you the instant
you hit my periphery
maybe 15 feet away
I guess by noticed
I mean my stomach
did a nosedive down
through my intestines
resounding repetition
internal to the tune of
this isn't happening
as you made your way
in front of me
I was petrified
losing my mind
it made no sense
but that feeeeling
had your name
beating down
my lips
and I even pondered
tapping you on the shoulder
to ask something as asinine as
do I know you?
so, here comes
another serum dose
it wasn't until I was
contemplating the potentials
of reactions by you
or not-you
that I remembered
I wasn't alone -
I was, how you say...
with someone?
and maybe you can relate a bit
to how I could possibly find
myself in that situation
so quick
dear Watson, I can certainly now
understand how easy it in fact is
to fall into the arms of someone
you have history and unfinished
karmic business with
when you're
so alone and lonely
feeling lost and hungry
for connection you bypass
all the utterly obvious
ill-fitting cardboard edges
that aren't even the same image
and just focus on the one or two
that click right in, so comforting it is
to walk down the same old street
even though you already know
how and where it ends
it was certainly
a welcome distraction
from picking glass splinters
out of crippled crimson fingers
and now I understand
how you did what you did
and that is why I came back
again...
because it took me that long
to let go of feeling
unloved
and realize
you did
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
Riding home in a hellbound car
My lover by my side
I tried to steer a different way
But it seems by rules I can't abide
So I rest my head against the glass
Scenery a pillow
Whooshing noise a bed
Led towards a house blanketed in snow
Wishing I could stop time instead
The drive is such a neutral place
It doesn't hurt to be alive
Between the nosedive and the pole vault
The steady up and down I survive
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 4:57 AM UTC
Back to my growlery
white porcelain tomb
last night hammers on me
pecking my lune
Inundated
I am cestus- hewn
illustrated
by full moon
Welting my hands
against wall
the palisade
is built tall
Forced gorged feelings
torch where they hide
weighted tactics
lying beside this great divide
Shiver to a nosedive
I traverse the night
holding dearer
contrite and struggle to overwrite
broken glass, a mirror,
eyes say- though now mute-
with each heave, “et tu brute?”
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC