In search of sublimation


Glacial introspection caught,
under the spell of yesterday’s fall.
She is writing letters to the ocean.
Frozen fragments of fierce effluvium,
splintering from her shaking cynosure.
January carried in her soul,
kaleidoscopic memories,
involuntarily rise.
Crystals cracking open,
spilling the secrets,
that she harbored.

Let the tide,

melt them,


(c) Accidental Tentacles 2016


When fire was harmless


You would have loved me back then,
Everyone did.
When I had missed the lesson about moderation,
Brazen and capricious
Fiery and fearless,
Back when consciousness meant nothing to me.

You would have hated me back then
Everyone did.
When I had missed the lesson about toleration,
Selfish and vicious,
Arrogant and heartless,
Back when consequence meant nothing to me.

You would have seen me back then,
Everyone did.
When I had skipped the lecture about subjugation,
Bold and seditious
Bright and shameless,
Back when dignity meant less than nothing to me.

Those days where I knew what I was,
Something dangerous and powerful and dying,
Bound up in pvc and absinthe,
Doling out kisses and lies,
The clock was ticking.
No-one could hurt me.
I had nothing to lose.

And then the countdown stopped.
The luminance of risk burnt itself out,
And left me hollow and raw,
But alive.

You might pity me now,
Everyone does,
Now I’m learning the trick of bifurcation,
Weak and suspicious,
Lost and faceless,
Now that balance means everything to me.

The lessons I refused to learn,
Teaching lessons of their own.
And in the graceless fevers that I wrought,
in search of an escape I still crave,
Are still remnants of my ragged psyche waiting for me to collect them.

(c) Accidental Tentacles 2016