The world became too much one day in June,Dark tendrils of fear suffocating your journey,Numbers and opinions so deafeningly loud,And so you existed elsewhere. Nothing but a white void,Above and below,Dimensionless and textureless,Static and silent. This place was luminous, safe … Continue reading
You haven’t been by lately to adore me.
Keeping that coin poised just so, over the expectant slot. Holding our breaths despite the darkness, bleeding on in. ~ The way out is already well-mapped. Change is just a coin-drop away. You said I’m nothing without this dark, That … Continue reading
The private monsters,
of motivation and justification,
Swill around the depths unchecked.
Matured by years of bad decisions,
And nebulous consequences.
Don’t make the mistake,
Of thinking mine are just like yours.
The horizon is closing,
So I’m disciplining my monsters,
Because I’d rather be able to live with myself.
© Accidental Tentacles 2020
You couldn’t see, That it wasn’t me That was walking out of time, But the carnival drums, That didn’t conform. I couldn’t tell then, If that look was confusion, Or the whether you just Ascribed this madness To a lack … Continue reading
An absentminded glance in the dregs of the cup shows, There’s something parasitic laying dormant in the leaves. Something fragile and tender, Insidious and cunning, Something waiting for your concentric words. You know those sudden waves of bracing bitterness, Where … Continue reading
Please hold me. This figure that resembles a woman now, Some 15 years too late, Is that of a frightened nestling. Escaping the memories, Where angular fulcra, Threatened to splinter under your palm. ~ Please show me. How the other … Continue reading
Change is magnetic, The craving for something, Fresh and new, exotic and inconceivable. some Dis_..jointed transition From where you are now. ~ Don’t confuse this lagging delineation with, The scrawling of a hysterical blue crayon. … Continue reading
The suitcase looks a forlorn shadow of its former self under that bare fluorescent lamp. Placed as it is, spreadeagled on the bed; a brittle, faded burgandy husk surrounding a very specific volume of emptiness. The journey to this room … Continue reading
Under the feathered incantation. Waiting again, For the bodies in the road, For the dog to smash its head, For you to choke on nothing. ~ Time and hope become crystalline. It’s always the same. Bifurcated into parallel planes, Observing … Continue reading