Your virus supports
The frame on which it preys.
I have a heart full of tricks,
Of safes that open at the nudge
Of your hard-pressed ear.
I receive no wages for enduring you
Though every now and then my mind
Goes up in flames braving
Your funereal breath and the refuse
Of its own failings.
–
When you die I’ll throw a party
Like none hitherto witnessed.
Your portrait a chameleon,
A constellation of pitiless courts
Dead center like a sulking deity.
Later I’ll weep, the pus
Of these troubled wounds
Leaking riotously over your effigy.
The moment your eyes close
Mine will again open
Full as they might be.
this is beautiful and lyrical.
Thank you for your kindness
W.O.W.
I love this: “I receive no wages for enduring you”
And that ending!
“Later I’ll weep, the pus
Of these troubled wounds
Leaking riotously over your effigy.
The moment your eyes close
Mine will again open
Full as they might be.”
Oh my word. You completely rule.
Thank you what a beautiful compliment you have given me
Whew. Thhrowing a party when they die. Finally finding freedom and being able to live your life to the full. Def felt.
Thanks X!
This is such a moving, powerful piece – filled with such depth of raging and raw emotion – and the power of the “evil” (and I mean this in a very honest, non-judgmental way) truth of wish to celebrate the ending of a binding so tight – it has choked life away.
So well done Yves đŸ˜€
Raw energy that will triumph – and ya, I think *you* totally kick ass XD
Awww thank you so much! I really would explode if I didn’t write
I so hear you – it’s like this crazy steam roller of words that have to pour out … so best to run with it, than be run over by it.
So write away đŸ˜€
I agree that “you rule”–and I especially like the bit about a “heart full of tricks”.
Thank you =)
Most welcome.
Here’s mine–doing double duty:
https://postcardsfrompanache.wordpress.com/2015/07/19/a-philosophy-of-procrastination-for-dverse-poets-mindlovemisery-wordle-148/