My Love is Nimble
Oh, I will get there With plenty of sweet moments To spare with your smile
The Right Word
Within the right word Lives a field of bright poppies Blanketed by a song of the swooner lark
And I know you hear it too
So say the word like silk For only two can sail up high On the whispering wings of serendipity It was the only word of the elementals Longer-lived than divine pride Stronger-still than god itself And I know you hear it too
The Persistence
What more is there
When less is the road we travel
And our best is but a dream
It's not unlike a broken back door
Ajar to the likeness of light
Snuffed out by the shadows of its own making
We are but heirlooms of the reincarnated
Timeworn with each funereal passing
With decades left before us
—Prompt: Decades before // @nosebleedclub
Paper Cliché
The stereo plays
As I type away the day
Like a cliché should
Asterisms
From the depths of space and time We disguise ourselves to be seen
Humming lush in the infinite hush-hush We walked our legs to the edge Like two cosmic dogs on a belted leash
Firing flares from our eyes The seismic crush can't stop the rush And the songs only exist in our heads (and in our hands)
Twisting mouths tremble with acumen Knowing all without the thought That today's void is tomorrow's underbrush
Snowfall Slow
A pale softness tickles Tiled eaves and polymer skin As an indistinguishable pair Become the bed and the womb The hollow moon reflects Upon a crystal firmament bright Sharing its fleeting warmth Shaking its beams of flow Natural delight defines Impossible corners of this globe Melting away misgivings Revealing to us the truth Our world might be small But our realm grows greater At a pace of our choosing Patient and snowfall slow
A Walk in the Park
Walking on a fragile night
Hair gently teased by the breeze
Magnolias waltzing way above
Goldenrods bowing down below
His feet bridging the sidewalk cracks
As he whistles a gentle tune
Cut off by a sudden sound
So soft but so out of place
Wide laser eyes scan
Solicited by streetlamp luster
Ears catching unspoken gutterals
Whispers from a world unknown
Pinpointing on a half-lit shrub
He wrinkles his forehead in focus
And so there it is borne
His gaze met with depravity
An abhorrence adorns him
Like a horde of a trillion spiders
Creating a thick, heavy coat
Made of pure-bred fear and pain
His gut shrieks at his mind
And his mind screams at his legs
Launching him forward with the pace
Of a prisoner on the run
Tripping, he crumbles to slate
As if a taught phantom fiber
Flashed in and out
Of the here and now
Dead air surrounds him
His head sluggish in its turn
While he can't help but succumb
To the face of terminal terror
Æther
Dream in a soft space
And when the Big Dipper breaks
We float amongst stars
Rayleigh Scattering
A harvest of flame
Under the smoldering moon
Full of ripe wonders
Rejoin
Some things shatter And some things break Glued back together But never the same
Problematic, steady Entropy fills the void But the gravity pulls And begins to rejoin
Limitless Indifference
A cycle stranded
In a cycle of itself
The universe sighs
Marooned in Time
Alone is the ever-fretful As my conscience sits to the side Shifted by mournful magnitude The tremors shake off the rust
You're a word that doesn't exist A vise-gripped feeling of falling Whispering "never have I ever" But you know you have and will
I breathe in the dusty soul Of a sad, forgotten moment A juncture marooned in time Breaching this desolate plane
The burden of global amnesia Infects the flow of positivity While the river of possibility Is forever doomed and damned
The Erasure
Blurry autumn eyes A glass of dirty puddle wine A city once alive Now broken into bits High noon is nigh So sprinkle the rain like salt Onto the frayed and the frilled Onto the scabs and scree You'll find no shelter here Only the lonely stones Like a life in stop motion Moving with the missing zephyr
Ataxia in Three Parts
It's hard to feel When the nerve's been cut But the feeling is all And anything but
A crisis we live And never the same We're forced to play A perverted game
So come one, come all Come witness the fall Come build up big And strike down small
And crowd your head With a brand new name And never forget To wear your shame
And stop
—
No, no, no Not the autumn breeze But the air that bleeds The air that binds us
It's the only one That stops and sees The thing wrapped up Way deep inside us
Yet you don't know the end Or the story Or anything …or so they say
And the bullshit spitters Are the lonely splitters Of the wonted path That still remains
Am I like them? Or will I embrace The entropy Of these words
The devolution Of the song itself The destruction Of green woods
—
I've learned now And once and for all That the suffering still remains
But I've also discovered The way to each other And how the love remains the same
America the Abattoir
Look to the left and see the strife Neighbors under the butcher's knife Rails with hooks and hooks in spines But at least they had spines from the start
Neighbors under the butcher's knife? More like cattle begging for valued life But at least they opined with open hearts Unlike the fleshers you yearn to praise
But when you're the cattle begging for life Who will be there to stop the plight? Not the fleshers you seem to praise Nor the neighbors you love to hate Those who do stand to stop the plight Are never shrouded in a sterile light Like your neighbors, you show them hate And now they are here on the gut room floor In a stew of sorrow where we meet once more
The Devil Let Us
Do not fear your mind It's only second nature To question the mold
The Secondhand Sun
When the clock stopped cold I was within the warmth Of the one I love
Shielded from the ache A melting overtakes And surrounds us with ourselves
Minds on display Hearts on shirtless sleeves We make the hours ours
But with a flash of fury The secondhand sun Returns to minuteness As time marches on