Posted byRainbows + Warriors
Posted onSeptember 25, 2016
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Lost, drifting glances.
As the pearls of her eyes came and went,
A café bar where we sat had begun to collapse, the old dream gone.
Now sitting beside this chair undoing.
Very little was left.
She sank into the cosmic sea.
As these auspicious moments let in a pregnant quiet.
Those brown pearls still glued to this memory.
I climb to the edge
Into the speckled warlike wave of tea lights.
Alloy railings and spiral stairways
Angel headed day sleepers
Bearing wild teeth and forgotten memories.
A furnace of day dreams, bookends, cloves and cigarettes, incense,
Musings about almost anything just to break the doldrums, madness,
Strangers’ conversations, soft looming words at bedroom hours and
Spiral notebooks for secrets.
Her lips echo the here and now.
I have learned to covet my solitude
Although I am still alone.
She reads my mind and tells the birds on the wire to sing one last time.
Star-crossed lovers’ fate
Pouring over those fuchsia skies
Like astral beings
Wandering the hilltops
She unfolds her legs and howls
Longing for lost things in the daybreak
As the tides recedes into the womb of the moon
I have become awaken by a labyrinth of fingertips
A cocoon slowing the pace of the day
Seeking shade from the loneliness
In an alcove of solitude
Steeped in memories she calls
I pray for your love to return to me
Only to think I may not pray for such things
Nostalgia is like a friend
Who doesn’t talk to you anymore
Seducing you from the present
Memories are delicate creatures
One must let go of the past in order to continue
Slivers of ancient golden suns
Circle the galaxy
Like cool waters and praying Buddhas
Searching deep inside
Far into the distance of the heart
Where thoughts rest
She comes and goes.
Wild like the trees
Bearing down on me.
They brought madness to my door.
Like those pearls of her mind
Ebbing soft towards the shore.
And as a river runs through my hands
I began to understand;
The intimacies of the universe.
A band of untanned skin
Wraps around a space for lost lingering ghosts
Hangers on where only gold memories remain
A succession of forgetting grooves the etchings
A deluge streaming down her cheeks past a point of no return
Broke horses lay like mattresses
She lost that keepsake long ago
Within minutes love fell but no one came to recover her crying
A leaving replaced by a foreign lover’s comfort
To recite a broken love from a past life
A band of untanned skin wrapped around her finger
The buzz saw is a quiet rabbit House keeping the lawn
Cornflake box novels
Sweater weather mythology
Sometimes when I walk by strangers
I know you less or more
You remind me of a memory I had washing your dishes even though the washer worked
The bath ran away
Geese fly south some come back
A song came on it was the radiator
A closet of just my clothes
I think jigsaw puzzles are sad because they break up in the end.
The winter river snakes along the bend
This dying dance a clash of dissonance
White noise suffocates the music
The fumes rise lips burnt from coldness
Cutting eyes peel her away
Distant words echo from a yesterday like a tightrope walker scaling the boneyard
Quietude stays and drowns the room
And furrows of elapsed time becomes shelter for nightmarish overtones
And the cellophane, cigarette butts, tea kettle screams, anti vaccine journals, magazines about buying, books retired, forced entries, fallen cities, empires forgotten, the pleasers, dead space, shit storms and this middle ground, the waiting, her loud eyes, pencil shavings, she’s lying and he believes her, that machinery, she’s wired, face to face meetings are a rarity now a days, entire book shelves on dying
A city seen from over her shoulder
As she launders the distance within her eyes
The phosphorescent glare of wolves eyes
Bending time towards me
A sanctuary built over old graves
Go to sleep I will talk to you some tomorrow from now
I skin regret with a prayer
Biting the banks of the river’s shore
Like eye-fulls of phosphorescent coolness
Pulling me across the suns highway
I howl at night
Why wind this hour longer?
Digging our graves
She does not follow
Like ghosts that greet the mountains
Words run it’s course
A weeping song remembered
Awake by daybreak
Page after page
Mishaps and bent shapes
Lost in silences for heavens sake
Beaded wells of sweat
A daydream of her
I walked back to gather my keys
All the hour waiting quietly
She comes and goes softly
Intertwined in between a wild kiss and the
goodbyes that have left me wanting
She sings and there’s an echo burying me
Climbing holy heaven to reach you
Enveloped in your faint touch
Just a memory rushing to meet me again
There the sky fragments into tiny pulses like
heart beats in a wild love.
Empires rise and fall
In the dying of night
Desperation hunts me down
She never says goodbye
Instead she tells me later
Her eyes soften
Gazing at the riverbed
love meets in passing
she whispers closer
Emerging from the sky
Tracing those fingers all through my stories
Lost things in the twilight
Run away from me
This love becomes nightfall
As the stars crisscross like a tourist
Long winters ahead
There is a silo of emptiness
Rusty and bare
As I dart away into another hall
Before I am recognized
As memories unnerve me
Loose tiles on the bathroom slide along the
floor with my bare feet
She sleepwalks into my daydreams
I am a sunken ship defeated by memories
Faithful to her ghost
Like an obsession of whispers
Walking away from the sun
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