Monday, May 28, 2018

Hereafter.

You're muttering incoherently
Beneath lamplight near the ether
Kerosene drips on your face
Onto your shoulder, then dries, menacingly
Scarring your life.
Comprehension is steep
Your flammable exhale coats my throat in rot.

I'm ingesting your predictions of aged deceit
Dissent,  ruminating.
My predilection for optimism outruns the dissonance
I'm three decades behind you,  engulfed in steam
Proving to the omniscient voyeur
That my convictions will not be waylaid.

Yet here we are, united in psyche
The potency of your yearning begging still to be huffed from the air.
I heed you, albeit at a thick distance;
This tangent is overbearing.
My diligence is anchored to respect, to lead
innocence to clean water
Bearing in mind your warning, yielding not to its contaminants.

Another Sunday walked through yesterday's door,
You breathe in solitude behind the strictest fence.
I'll not ask again for any elaboration on your synonyms.
The stark reminder of your beatless existence flatlined those hopes ages ago.
Instead, I write the ending to the road we paved.
Embellished only by the beauty of my interpretation,  my translation,  my... transgression,
My version of, You.

The flawed perfection of all your testimony
Your bravery in vomiting up the truest of truths will not go unrecognized.
For it is within this gory recanting that I find the better versions of myself,
Fucking the feeble-minded away from my most precious energies.
Engorged by the premise of a lofty demise;
That negativity is a canker that spoils all if fed
And my nurturing existence strikes a tone with far more purpose, than to succumb to that barge of dread.

I hear you.
I heard you.
Resonating long, into the hereafter.

Blunt.

The foreign land of Man
Jewel-laden and untouched
Miles behind me.
...in looking back I recognize
Nothing.

Tripped into fresh gravel
Washed of patriarchal miseries,
Never once had I surmised it so.
And these fools and bastards alike
Judge as they wish,
Spewing unwanted mucus
Into my river.

I am strong though slow-moving,
Deliberate in every cause
The only Bitch who threw me,
Long lost in this Now.

Mind over matter in every case
No judge of this landscape,
Nothing to preside.
Internal organs brace the battering ram of facts;
These are lower hells we roam in
Splintered chips that expose the marrow
To what may yet come by way of affliction.

Woe to those who wait, laboring in false loyalty
Succumbed to the fear of acknowledgment
And an addictive attraction to hell's gate.
Loathsome depth perceptions traipse a burr-filled homeland
Akin to the cutting-fixations of the weak
... and forlorn feeble minded.

There is double-fisted pounding
Wreaking havoc on all doors
Presumptive,  primitive deductions
Lost to intractable distractions
These willing accomplices seek subtle overtures
To bide the inevitable, inscrutable conclusion
That wreckage of this caliber
Will slit the throat of all sanity.

Understood

Turbulent waters appear calm
Mineral-rich batter, baking in context
Unbeknownst.
Truth-rich roast, bartered for
Relinquishment yields porous results,
Half-filled by generational trauma.
Seeking understanding strengthens metal
Bowing under recourse to nothing,  no one.
These are quiet,  solemn victories
To which no banners fly.
As I widen, I wonder...
To whom does the understanding inherit?

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

New Rooms

Resurrect nothing
Leave the patina as is
Mosey tendons to new rooms
To fill with love and meaning