ghost-of-a-gone-bird@Deviant Art
Whenever I scream
It’s always behind a fist
Of carefully perforated neglect
A little window of light
As inconsistent as a pupil
Hardly worthy of mention
But if not for that oversight
I would have darkened entirely.
Being is more than enough
Too much when it assumes
The future tense.
I wear my nails to a pulp
Later I’ll fashion the shavings
Into a fine ivory parchment
Too rigid to absorb ink
I’ll write barren poems
And we’ll both weep
Under the white ceiling.
When I ascend this outer wall,
The first of many shells,
Will you extract the bones
From my larynx
That I might draw a breath
Every now and again?
The gravity of success
Plays me like a dervish
And I cannot but waver.
I do not want to speak
Of therapy or torture
Of the moon-harvested vacancies
That gnaw at my heart
As if it were comprised
Of rubber bands.
I will never be beautiful
In terms that other’s envy.
I am strange, stranger
Even than the imaginings
You’ve used to persecute me
Though perhaps less evil
My hair comes out like cotton
As if my head were a field
Infested with veils
That have not yet been sewn.
I am naked as a watermark
Clutching the wallpaper
As a virgin does modesty
But I am not a virgin anymore
Never was thanks to the apples
Shat by my liberal ancestors.
They’ve taken my blood
And I theirs so there’s no knowing
In whom the contagion began
Perhaps it was born of this union?
A kind of karmic revulsion
That we pass between us
Like bouts of hysteria.
They suggest that love is art
And yet so few are willing
To divulge their content
And who can claim beauty
Or profundity in such fallacies?
I do not wish to assimilate with you
The invertebrate variable
The necrotizing fascist
This life will kill me soon enough
Absolutely brilliant!! 🙂
Thanks Helen!
This is wonderful!
Thank you very much Richard =)
Welcome 🙂
I really like this composition full force and content! For nothing is a sterile poem!
Thanks so much Leovi!
Wonderful!
“Whenever I scream
It’s always behind a fist
Of carefully perforated neglect” – This. Yes….wow!
Thanks Laura! I have sent my 3 poems to you, this is one of them ,-)
Ooo how exciting!
Absolutely stunning imagery — so powerfully evocative – conceived and birthed – complimentary to the image – yet could stand alone.
Too many images and metaphors to single out but a few – but this one really just hit me – in such a good way – no harm no foul, as it were:
” I wear my nails to a pulp / Later I’ll fashion the shavings / Into a fine ivory parchment / Too rigid to absorb ink ”
You are so incredibly talented and creative – it is inspiring. 🙂
Oh wow thank you Pat what a tremendous compliment you have given me! I am so glad you liked it!
A worth while rant.
We are not alone.
Thanks
dang…a bit of a tormented feel to this one….the hair coming out…the clinging to the wallpaper like a virgin to modesty…that whole run was really good…
Thank you so much Brian!
Extraordinarily wonderful Yves. You create such powerful images, some which tug at the heart strings, others that say so much about the emotional turmoil contained in your words. One of your best.
Oh wow thank you Michael! What beautiful compliments, I am flattered
Once again Brilliant!~