Tag: melancholia

  • rocking again;

    unpluck the glass shards
    that dog these fingerbones
    let them crunch & grind

    all words fell deaf to ears
    all in the along, perhaps
    needles will let ears feel

    surrendering,
    i climb to wain slumbers
    giving over to rocking again

  • isle

    i become long
    under the night
    and my heart stutters
    with ache for a silent skiff
    ghosting through mists
    to take me to that
    forgotten place where
    blossoms forever fall

  • but for

    goodbye
    it could have been
    lovely, if only

    but for the fool

  • no such thing

    those lips still cut
    with every touch
    with every view, so
    tie me to the screen
    to bring them closer,
    still closer, to me

    there is no such
    thing, love
    there is only bruise
    a thumb pressed to
    heart-boxes caged
    within rows of ribs
    and vanities

    so give over blind
    a seer for sweet pain
    rending through
    to see so clear
    it hurts

  • atelier

    We held feather to flame and come out charred, there, in the underwood, the oaks rising sentinel high. The many mutter and shuffle, not wanting to be left behind. But the barrier is the bending of knee supplication, to both the underwood and also the trees.

    And stiff knees bend not.

    Though fevered and enflamed, I wish I could remain here kissing, improbable memories, unlikely times. We might talk to the old skull stone and antler, carving names with flint beyond the skin’s deep. We might slumber afterglow warm, sweat dripping chill on your side.

    This bone atelier, sanctuary and rain. Inkstained. I close blind eyes tight to stay.

  • surrender

    there was a used-to-matter
    and now a not-certain-it-does
    laid across existence-as-wraith
    as the haint at the bottom
    of the stairs and down the hall

    it could beautiful, one supposes
    if such a dream were real and
    i am dreaming of us dreaming
    of one of us drowning and
    one of us is just me just dreaming
    of slipping under the wave

    surrender comes easy with
    no ropes cast to the deep

  • only

    whispers doubt &
    memory these
    pushnail hands to
    rust on through &
    twistgrind bone to
    raindrop splash
    my naked face

    who cares for
    tonight tonight
    when something
    rests between
    fold & trench
    forgotten in
    butterfly dream?

    there is no love
    betangled of song

    only—

  • aether wish

    aether i wish of breath
    to slip and slip and to
    butterfly to lethe away
    drink to drift to float away
    her mouth to mouth
    of mine and sway
    with hip to lip and
    aether a wish away

  • wait here

    & all our engines have gone to rust
    or torn pages to scatter to wind
    forgotten, what your good book said

    & i wait here & i long here
    & i wait here & i long here

    & of ghost that the wrath it were
    her voice has gone to calling, now
    come o'er the rowan hills, fallen

    & i wait here
    & i fall here
    & i wait here
    & i fall—

    stop.

  • entanglements

    no more fingers
    outstretched because
    we can see our 
    only use is to please
    some illusion of touch
    arthritic entanglements
    become slender thorns
    pressed under tender
    skin