a pack mule called regret
Its a poem about looking back at the path a relationship has taken from start to finish. All those things you could of do differently; hindsight is a terrible thing, it turns you into a fully laden pack mule.
(2014)
Crockery gets in your way when the mood takes you Your fist finds my face when the mood grates you Abuse gets hurled, four letter wor…
polish your jewels of betrothals g… they may once again conquer your s… a heavy skyline forces perimeters… unintended penetration of heart an… I have nothing to offer but my lov…
there’s an eerie feel to its stare a dull eyed stare peeling me to th… as if cautioning me, berating me hammering down my disgrace he sits there marble eyed
you turn my thought inside out your ornaments of blue glass haunt… a whimsical dream that developed d… we were once a bonded soul, now an… your dead and gone, for time now
falling as the fingers of time do like a naked gloveless hand willing shadows to encroach it, de… that’s how we will it
you’re a dangerous beauty like a god of unnatural order, forcing me to rest without peace you smirk a revolutions start, you’re a dangerous beauty
what nightmares tale shall grip my… the sound of wood twisting and cra… bones breaking and sinew snapping this beast won’t die, lay awake th… blood red lips and a powder white…
I live my life in darkness I’m the shadows murky trail The ebony plumes of a minstrels so… That tells a sadness of bygone day… I’m the obsidian stain of the nigh…
I bring to you a crisp white empty… so that you might paint me the wor… give me your word and I’ll spill m… to ease your controlled strokes I… with the tongue of a feline lick t…
Concrete, granite, stone and steel Broken like a pit ponies comfort,… Jealous thoughts reside then repea… The token aloof hearts not explain… Mining of the souls a dark delight
At the heart of loss Lives a gory malcontent Petulant and peevish Though, believes all is his to ven… Tardy and resilient
My dark night of the soul Has lasted over forty years long Interminable, the blanket of angst The gouge in my psyche Damaging thoughts that urge more d…
You draw the light and dark away Like creation revoked Swirling back spun echoes Sucked down clockwise A visible vortex rotating
The muscle we once were is decayin… All that’s really left is sinew We’re coming away from the bone A parody, a skit of what we once w… Love, it would seem, has a sell by…
I’m tempted by this scenic view as this trail of metal ants flows, how easy it would be to follow to destinations unknown, head to tail like mindless drones