Polyester shreds fall like silt, the slow pedetic descent through currents undulting with sighs and tentacles. So gentle and inevitable in the tranquil aftermath, of such broken seams. Reaching out to touch the flecks. The feeling of history’s suffocating weft, … 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
Rosaceae are on the move again.
Curling thorns blotting out the sun,
Casting shadows over
the shadows I no longer want to see.
Leaving only moonlight to bathe in.
Gauzy hues and iridescence
where the gaudy and asinine used to lay.
A history reconstructed.
Shading in emotions were there were none.
I seem only to remember us
twisted together in those thorns,
Delicate and tessellated.
Morphing into something we never were
and could never be.
If things had really felt that way,
I never would have left
I never would have fallen asleep.
In my dream, when you said your wife
would love this song,
A part of me withered.
The stillborn fantasy that only awakens in my sleep.
Part of me yearning for something
in the memory of your face that wasn’t you.
Awaking with an overwhelming sensation of loss.
Eyes wide open
And incandescence burns off the thorns,
Leaving a truth bare and brutal
That I won’t mourn.
Don’t give me roses, Love
They will only contaminate my other world.
(c) Accidental Tentacles 2016
Words descend in quick succession, Jagged bullets from polar centres, Sharp and stinging into the eyes of the open. The world spins and wrenches, Gears detached, Through an unintelligible series of axis, Until all sense of reality falters. A … Continue reading