"stallsmith" poems
NIGHT SKY'S LAMENT
By Alan Stallsmith
Remember the time Charioteer seemed to be our own?
We knew its galaxy path by memorization as a secret only the two of us shared.
Remember when we soared high with Birds Of Paradise?
Oh how the spectrum would leave us breathless as the Winged Horse trotted quietly across the sky.
But these days I only taste the smoke of Dragon.
The Water Serpent pulls me under lonely ocean.
And I would grab constellations for you as they light up the night but your eyes as distant as Andromeda and Berenice's Hair is now covered in shame.
For I can no longer try to tear you from Cassiopeia's shallow spell because Vanity has become your Northern Crown.
So I reminisce instead, with broken compass in hand, a shard of hope that Perseus will bring you back to me, exactly as you were when the universe began.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:41 AM UTC
COZY CONVERSATION OVER COFFEE
By Alan Stallsmith
And I'm acclimated to sabotage
With my very own hands
Who needs enemies?
When I have me. Understand?
I craft my own jail cells
With very fine steel
I build my own graveyards
The sarcophagus is real!
Now I don't mean to boast
But I undermine well
And when it comes to subterfuge
I am the reason Rome fell
I've mastered the art
Of public smiles and covert pain
For when someone needs consoling
You know this guy is game!
I try to dress to impress
To be disguised as a yuppy
I'm the guy who cries wolf
When it's an adorable puppy
Flawless self-affliction
It's an addiction of sorts
Healthy and beaming?
Or suffering for sport?
I'll paint you a beautiful picture
Of rainbows and golden sun
Then I'll secretly torch it
And scream "What have YOU done?!"
Oh my dear friend!
Look at the time!
Thanks for letting me vent
But I don't want to whine!
This coffee is amazing
It's just the boost I was needing
It's a shame about your arms
Never leave a lesion bleeding!
I have a psychiatrist appointment
Glad my self awareness is great
At least the weather looks grand
I really hope I'm not too late!
So just remember I'm happy
I have never been better
And I brought you a gift
I hope you like sweaters!
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 2:03 PM UTC
UMBRAGE
By Alan Stallsmith
There's umbrage,
in loneliness
I feed off its sad
As an oxygen
laced with
Stubble of little glass
My unattainable muse
Photographic
In my mind's memory
Keeps me yearning
Exquisitely alive
And killing me
Mad
With desire.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:29 AM UTC
FELICITY
By Alan Stallsmith
In search of felicity
I befriended despair
Drudging up past demons
That I should have left there
These memories haunt
These insecurities roar
Sometimes my mind
Doesn't know what it's for
I grasped so tight
My hands they bled
I slept so long
This life's a bed
Awaken! Awaken!
Demand brand new!
Take action! Take action!
This can't always be you!
These days haven't ended
And the clock's hands still move
And this life is a train
Conducted by you
So in meeting felicity
I looked in the eyes of despair
Said "Thanks for the memories.
But I no longer live there"
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 8:42 AM UTC