SLOUCHING TOWARDS WISDOM

All the negative space

In-between each tear

Has me slouching towards wisdom.

Learned impulses

And fractured heartbeats

Leave me drifting past knowledge.

What do I know,

About the human spirit.

What can I know?

As a sub human, bare threads

Of humanity

Lace their way through me.

Half made

Never worn

Over wrought

Ah, ceaseless motion.

Beating heart

Flowing blood

Ebbing tide.

Keeping me regular as

Rusted clockwork.

While I startle those around me

When I toll my bell on the hour.

A theatrical tragedy

Or is that a comedy of errors.

Only Shakespeare would know.

As I play Viola

A woman in men’s clothing,

Beauty guised as the mundane,

In an adaptation of my own circumstance.

Life as a double entendre. 

RAIN

Outside the window it rained

Silver drops of fallen cloud

Cascading from the sky

Coming down with my mood.

Heavily. Pounding through sadness.

This unrequited love, drips

Through the unrelenting rain.

Its ferocity upturns my stoicism

Drowns me in hot waves

Of tears and anxiety.

The thought of not having you,

The thought of having you,

The thought of you at all

Sends me into frenzies of

Panic, passion, happiness, sadness.

You unhinge me.

I am unrequited,

And thus unfinished.

And now, I’m unravelling,

Trying to recapture all of myself

In the muddy ground

In the pouring rain

Through bitter tears

With broken promises

Holding my heart.

TENDER IN YOUR WAKE

Time scrapes

Dragging its pointed

Second hand

Across my corneas

Blurring my vision

Taking my eyes out

For another season of woe.

Tideless and saltless

An empty sea lays still

And all I can hear

Are the echoes

Of a hollow shell

Held to a broken ear.

A feather,

Soft and pure,

Feels like steel wool

Pressed firmly against

Fragile epithelial cells,

With my broken pores

Letting the light in

In broken shards.

Touch turns to blistering burns

Sight turns to blinding pain

Hearing turns to deafening silences

Taste turns my tongue to molten lava

Smell turns to dour odours.  

My senses were never so heightened

As they have been

In our aftermath.

I’m tender in the wake of you.