Tag: melancholia

  • purgatory

    purgatory wasting through
    these feet miss those pavements
    they once knew, with that
    rattle clack underbridge
    and runaway trains
    going noplace, from
    weatherworn couch south
    to lay-z-boy destinations
    east of uptown lights and
    rusted fingers grasping rails

    if only heaven would come
    in on the five-o’clock dream
    we might feel alive
    once again

  • dirges

    a dreaming of you
    and shadowfell in
    the forgetting at wake
    they sang love dirges 
    in the fading away
    slipping umbral
    of fingers slight

    the better suture 
    my lips tight

  • mere porn

    in succumbing to the circlejerk

    and inoculated in our pleasuredome

    we have lost all that's real

    the nausea seasons every meal and

    our bedmates, a chalked parkside fuck you

    and in-between the constant commercial breaks

    ever promise made: mere porn

  • coil lies barren

    shuffling off & cutting ties
    gone to drift on pale winds
    clutching at fragments only
    to toss useless scraps away

    4 u c —
    i realize this coil lies barren &
    there is only death & dream
    this debt is beyond counting
    and all that is left is
    to serve out my time

    i slip
    an ophelia amongst the reeds
    waiting for a mercy kiss
    to set me free

  • first kiss

    [response]

    stone raven black
    her slow hand turns
    on the moon
    in lace and silhouette
    waiting on dusk
    to kiss me
    a bridge closer home,
    ever to her side

    [call]

    Laughing into the fire
    Is it always like this?
    Flesh and blood and the first kiss
    The first colors, the first kiss

    ~ Siamese Twins

  • redemption

    a path in the middle of a dark forest
    Photo by Wes Hicks on Unsplash
    i wonder if a part if me
    is lost there on the path
    seeking blaze left behind
    either to or away from

    recalling both nervous
    and tremble hands
    she wore over coffee
    at the allnight café
    cigarettes smoke
    staining the dim lights
    as stained as either's
    reputations unsaved

    i wonder if this dying
    had any point at all
    save for another branch
    lost on a meandering path
    leading towards
    redemption or none

  • daggers

    all daggers deserved,
    crimson drifts to drain

  • let us slumber

    Photo by Andres Siimon on Unsplash
    come with me and
    let us slumber and
    dream without
    nightmare or pain
    let our winter
    bury us under
    for long dark nights
    our bones entangled
    skin drawn tight
    let us slumber in
    that everlasting kiss
    and evermore

  • slumberinthat

    chilldaycrawl
    intobedcavegrey
    turnofftheworld
    sleepysadweary
    slumberinthatplace
    wherethereis
    notevenme

  • before the jading

    a close up shot of jade rings
    Photo by Nam Lê on Pexels.com
    back before the jading
    i wore trust on my sleeve
    heart portable,
    to give away free
    but that was
    back before the jading

    might i carve to whale
    with the piling up
    of so much green
    had i the skill,
    i might carve to whale

    but time has drifted
    and i, a drifter from dream
    suspicious of dealers in jade
    unlike those days
    without whales
    back before the jading