"shipwrecking" poems
Your jagged eyes
hard
against the shoreline’s
earth and wind,
there are rocks and driftwood,
shipwrecks.
Morning is just
a pill,
evening, a drink
you drown in,
you always said you
wouldn’t go down
with the ship—
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
Were you to look beneath the beard
Into relation ships I've steered
Straight to a last horizon grave
Of passiongers I couldn't save
Perhaps you'd sea this dark blue face
Reflects my grotesque happy place
Where I do my deepest sinking
Trenched in Marianas thinking
Ever tied to lament blocks
From crashing on existence rocks
The anchors of my ego's gold
That monstrous me creatures hath sold
Charybdis maelstrom consciousness
Leviathans of meaningless
Release the kraken to reveal
The siren songs she made me feel
My sails surrendered to her kiss
But plundered too much black abyss
A pirate's life of *** and coke
Not worth its weight in cannon smoke
Left me adriftwood wandering
The lonely shorelines pondering
Why does the faithful sun still rise
Aware that it just sets and dies
Surely there must be some dry lands
With castles of the whitest sands
Such constructs will essentially
Just wash away eventually
Remembered not by some divine
Forgotten in the wake of time
No marks I've made can drown out death
No words I write return the breath
That Aphrodite set in foam
And then shipwrecking me to roam
My cargo hold of loveless cells
To piece back broken-hearted shells
Consider this next time you ask
What lies submerged beneath this mask
A dead man's chest that finds its peace
In nothing but when all things cease
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 2:42 AM UTC