atlantic poem series
no one, nothing
in sight, compares
no one, nothing
in sight, yet stares
scars and stars
alike in formidability
both the consequence
of dissention by attention
what ceases to be
only ceases in threes
every other
abdicates by smoke and mirrors
the house at the end of the street
where each used to live
now sits in ruins and
withers
take no notice of spite
take no notice of slight redemption
what will be, will be
without the bother of damnation
*
to me, i left
until i lost
everything that meant anything
but that's ok
that's the sore score
i hit my head
didn't nearly die
but shouldn't i?
nothing goes wrong
nothing's wrong
nothing will be wrong
according to you
smacks in rhythm upon
the counter
everything settles into place
no attention to the race
not anymore
*
Nearly a year
nearly two
not counting the raw
nerves in between
would you like me
to sit here and wither
or pretend to get ready
for dinner?
do you see me
cross your path or
do you pretend that
i'm ellison?
would you grant me
one wish, just
one desire
bred from nightmares
and fires
and would you kill
me one last time?
i may be held for ransom
i may be held awake
but it's all a trick,
a silly mistake,
and no, you don't have to
pay a mind, if
you don't want
there's a door at the end of the road
that i hope you cross
there's a door at the end of this maze
that bears no cross
there's a door at the beginning of may
and it may be the end of your
dismay
*
like a swan flying
away from a crime
the sight of you makes
my heart flutter and take off
into the night
the pale moon doesnt excite me
it doesnt move me even slightly
but when i step into the light
in rays of warmth and tactical
dreams
they seep in me, but not
in sleep
ive known nothing in my years
of distress and dismissal
ive known nothing in delight
in the end, ive known nothing
except that ive known nothing at all
was it happenstance that you
fell into an abyss?
was it happenstance that you
took me with you?
change as swiftly as an
atlantic sea
number one rule
do not run into walls
number two rule
do not go over the moon
violate both and
find your heart on the
pavement, smooth
shaken by quakes on
shaken ground
wandered by flies on
mud-filled crowns
*
i didnt mean to go past my affection
i didnt mean to trouble my intention
shoulders raised but head held low
i didnt mean to say id go
ears stuffed with cotton
mind doused with bleach
itd be ignorance to say
i tried to beseech
nothing was wrong
except everything in sight
nothing was right
except what wasnt said that night
half-lidded eyes
spoke volumes of tender
half-drawn out sighs
yelled of violence and anger
distance and gaps,
far and wide,
like a continent split by one
last divide
lies that were slithered between
sheets
days and months
after corpses were interred
came back to haunt
in poisonous ways
i am a lie without a fib
i am a crook without a bounty
i am guilt with no crime
i am lost with a guide
there are things left unsaid
there are things in your head
if i was a time man, id
travel back
fix it all
from whence i chose the bed
ghostly, the way you walked
foreboding the actions you
planted and stalled
the death of an innocent
was no longer believed
when the death was found
to be inside of me
*
a lamb to slaughter
there is no silence
chaos, and chaos
rings
without further remorse
there is no rising tide
of destiny
there is no trimmed course
only dense woodland
in which hatchets
disintegrate at the helm
onward and upward!
there is a chant
every sailor says a prayer
before embarking for land
there is a song
every cavalry learns
before it burns the world
and makes it collapse
you are overwhelmed
and i am under
with great anxiousness,
we take the leap and plunder
without a doubt
it is you and i
that will conquer this world
from the inside out
separate
but alive
separate
but in time