Blank nights, white light, blooming in my head
Disc like palm sized, fitting in my hand
Kernel, core, jewel, dirty oyster's pearl
Flash white, snowbright, Hollow spiral swirl
claustrophobic core begins to birth
Clumsy limbs reach, clenching at the earth
Meaning rends itself to nothingness
How did you wind up in all this mess?
Go to bed my sleepyhead
dont cry youll be just fine
Snug in socket, phantom eye peers in
Gleaming like bonewhite skull, china-skin
Nothing, silence, quaking in each breath
Gently waltzing, spinning, dancing death
Flash white, snowbright, Hollow spiral swirl
Trail of letters, stories of a girl
I can feel it heaving in my skin
Earthquake shudders, quaking from within
claustrophobic core begins to birth
Clumsy limbs reach, clenching at the earth
Meaning rends itself to nothingness
How did you wind up in all this mess?
Go to bed my sleepyhead
dont cry Ill be there soon
I want to gobble words. To mince and chew and grind, the teeth sharp and snug around each syllable: gobble, gobble, tow and trouble, till meaning
rends itself to nothingness, the white gleaming like a bone-white skull.
Blank nights, white light, the moon blooming like a flower into the back of my head. Like a pair of eyes disc-like, just the right size to fit into the palm of my hand; snug in the socket, a false eye looking out upon a perpetually dazzled sky.
Perhaps there is something wrong with me. Missing irises, a phantom eye with floating tentacles dangling in the universe-ether. When the thunder rumbles, I feel it
deep in the inside of my bones. I can feel it heaving under my skin, an earthquake quaking with each exalted breath.
And the lightning, flash-white, snow-bright, bleaching the hollow of my heart the colour of un-being.
I miss it- something- a kernel, core. A little jewel, buried deep in the inside of me. A dirty, black oyster's pearl. Dirty, smote with dream dust. A black smudge of nothing, dirty
upon my fingerprints.
Perhaps- womb, claustrophobic core. Limbs clumsy and clenching earth, a clutter of bones crisp against the earth's belly-- birth, in(side)- un-being, snug-in--
in-between breaths, a tiny spark flickering.
beware, beware.
I think of you again
till the memory of youslips out of my hands
it drips onto the floor
but you are now gone
forever more
Like a lover he
inscribes his poetry
in that secret space under your ribs
branding you as his
Stranded from homeland
from soul-land
where I left my heart behind
with the wind and now the
clouds and the expanse
of the blue sky
just beyond my fingertips
this pain it is
trying to articulate it
is like tearing syllables
from my body from my skin
trying to separate my body from him
where your words pierced flesh
I feel my heart burst out of my chest
Alliterations lost in translation
The same motifs repeat
Stranded from homeland
from soul-land
where I left my heart behind
with the wind and now the
clouds and the expanse
of the blue sky
just beyond my fingertips
this pain it is
I miss you I miss you I miss you
I miss you I miss you I miss you...
but I want you to leave
Stranded. From homeland. Soul-land, where I left my heart behind with the wind, and the clouds, and the expanse of blue sky beyond my fingertips.
The pain lodged, like a ball of hot poison, behind ribs. Burning, like fire.
A loss of soul, perhaps. Lacunae. Like I’ve grown crevices and valleys inside my already hollow bones, yet I cannot fly. Body, suddenly heavy and real as concrete.
Gone, the days when I could melt into vapor with the next gust of wind, with the intangible realities, now devils. Love. World. Truth. Made sense, then.
The wind blows into your soul, there. Pours through your moist mouth and down the valley of your thorax, into your lungs, heart, and out. Like a lover, he inscribes his poetry in that secret space underneath your ribs. For you, and only you.
World’s lover, done forever. I think of you again and again till the memory of you falls from my lips onto my hands, hardening into a pearl, and then melting, deliquescent, onto my skin and down to my feet; suddenly, a black mass of nothing.
I miss you. I cannot say how much.
Trying to articulate it is like tearing syllables from my body, from my skin. Every minute, trying to separate my existence from yours, I fail; left scarred where nails pierced flesh, and heart burst-
Words slip my tongue, falling broken at my feet. Alliterations lost in translation. Syllables pierced and dismembered by desperate hands. Lines drawn in black over my body, on paper, the same motifs repeat-
I miss you. I miss you. I miss you.
Perhaps if I say it enough times, it will cease to mean anything, and your ghost will stop haunting me with each breath I inhale in this suddenly earthy world made of green flesh, cold air, bitter dreams.
But I don’t want you to leave.
Secretly you whisper
wasted words drip down
leak into my chest and
I begin to drown
Dirty words are inky
they stain my blank hands
leak onto my feet and
I can barely stand
Draw your arm around my
neck just like a noose
Kicking and Im screaming
but I can not get loose
Your eyes even glimmer in the dark
Bet you've never even missed your mark
Your eyes even glimmer in the dark
Bet you've never even missed your mark
Missed your...
repeats just the same
Its a different face now
but its the same game
Your eyes even glimmer in the dark
Bet you've never even missed your mark
Your eyes even glimmer in the dark
Bet you've never even missed your mark
Missed your...
Control freak you have me
tangled in your web
Only me only me
that is what you said
Control freak you have me
tangled in your web
Only me only me
that is what you said
Your eyes even glimmer in the dark
Bet you've never even missed your mark
Your eyes even glimmer in the dark
Bet you've never even missed your mark
Missed your...
i: A triplet haiku
whirlpool of darkness
domed sky shaken upside down
stars wink their solace
wasted words drip down
from the fractures of my heart
staining my blank hands
swathed in between sheets
I remember your embrace
promising blue skies
~
ii: rebirth from moon-swollen nights
You are beautiful, I whisper, as your silver-gilded fingers touch a strand of my ink-coloured hair. Your hands diffuse into the light with the stain of its darkness, as you draw an arm around my neck like a noose.
You are beautiful, because you are insubstantial. Your face wrinkles into a smile: all teeth and eyes and brightness that blinds. Silent as dawn, you draw me further into the nest of your ribcage, sending velvet fingers up and down my back like a prophecy. Rhythmically, they tap and taper, dance and disfigure a phantom tune from my petrified bones. An arm, or some limb, passes through my chest like a startled reverie, alighting with precision on the pressed, dried residue of my ashen heart. Tip, tap, heart trap.
Twin arms sprayed, I embrace your sky like a bird, eyes pursed and feathers unfolded. You enclose me in the winged flight of your fingers. I fall.
The curtain parts. Sun tremors down the gauzy fabric in dizzy arrows of uncertainty. Shocks of light shake you violently from my skin in a shudder. You disappear, suddenly, inexplicably, into light and air; smoke and shadows, residue of a dream. All that had been of you has gone, dissipated with the new day and the stubborn sun.
But the dried memory of you is imprinted on my bones.
A whisper dances upon the flowers outside my window; the birds sing a twittering serenade.
You are beautiful.
Slowly, like a secret, I can feel the sun rising from the ashes of my heart; I smile.
