I had an effervescent...
I had an effervescent eminescent moment in which I
Decided that I had had enough of my Lie.
I said goodbye to the memories of a cheerful present past
One in which all the pain was never meant to last.
To ask me how the question became an answer so
I couldn’t really tell you all the things I know
So unless you’ve been in my shoes or dare to ask the tales
You’ll have no recollection, no abdication and no memories to bear.
To which of these fuzzy recollections do we owe the stare?
I couldn’t think the thoughts if I’m never meant to bear
Down the barrel of that poetry I once had wrought in time
Do we ask ourselves if that too had its rhyme?
Lost inside a travesty, found inside Her majesty
Crowned royal and drunk off the infusion
Power contusions
Mental breaks
Mental shakes in my spine
Misaligned and misappropriated
Incubated, calculated
Something something exacerbated
I shake the smile off my face
I knew I knew I fucking knew
That when I saw your smile faked
We were going to go through
A rather petty undertaking that would surprise us both
Collections taken upon the plate and offer me some more.
Which door do I travel down? Which path do I open?
I’m never quite sure
Of the reasons
Behind these seasons
In my emotional landscape.
Wintry malaise, summer earth, summer birth, springly kindness and fallen ashes.
Dust to dust? Nay.
Rust to rust? Yay?
Don’t quote me on that one just yet
The results haven’t quite set
Their foot upon the doorstep
Although this destined to despair.
I’m no Fred Astaire
But when I dance
I do so willingly
Swinging teardrops rapt rapture, wrapped hearts, wrapped mind -
Her heart? Her mind? Her bind? Her kind
Soul and kindness and mindness and mindfulness
And how far must I travel?
How far can I travel?
Will? Would? Should? Could? Past? Tense? Tents?
Once again– the body belongs,
The body songs belong
And we spring forth again -
Tenors in, saxophone drops the melody
Chanting what can be
Rhythmically, a tendency to see what cannot be seen
Summer sheen between the cavities
Empty spaces but not empty minds
Grind the rinds, grind the time
Grind the gears of justice, WHY?
Because of your karmic destiny
That you cannot be
Paradoxically
So shall we
Dance?
Too late– answers come before questions are asked
As we only understand the choice we’ve made
We simply must play out the play
Shakespearean day
Of acting stages
Acting wages
Acting pages
In books and shelves and dusty wares
Tattered chairs
Where are our wares?
Pleased to be
Pleased to meet
You
Ms.
Oh. You. Miss..ed my heart
By a mile’s start
But let’s not stop that
From stopping that
Shall we?
Arms extended, limbs embraced
Shadows chased into dark corners
Stolen
Stolen
And taken once again.
But from what?
From desire.
And I desire release. So he is dead.
We parted paths.
No longer there, no longer staring down the barrels
Or jumping down the narrows
Harrowing lecture
But quite the texture– rough as could be and as soft as could melt the fires in this icy tomb.
March 7, 2013.
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