Friend and I commenting on another friend's Facebook status. My replies:
that falls from fingertips
too sore to sit back and relax
maybe break
into stanzas
when the wake is closing up
and the funeral procession
comes to a close -
all these doors that shut
in your face
make you feel out of place,
like you've been reduced to,
confused to
a state where up
is sideways
and black never knew white;
just a few degrees south of chaos,
but go long enough
and you'll never hit home again
my friend.
it's a blanket memory,
a statement of fact,
and you're alone again,
so that's that
there are no butterflies in the land of frozen time
because they've vanished
into the depths of the darkness
and you can't miss what you don't know -
you test the waters with your soul
and when the depths begin to rise
you find yourself lost in the eyes
of a human being
whose existence makes you find
the failings inside
and from yourself you're wont to hide,
except in vain
you slake your lust
in shining skies and pixies' dust
and sleep
because in sleep
because in sleep
are dreams and dreams
content to break your heart
and life's cement
until you drown
and wake
unto the world of faded blacks and blues
a softer
cheaper
duller
hue
like a play date of the older years
when tears
only fell
because the pretty girl down the street left you
after a pretentious marriage
in the backyard
then things got hard
after all the mud cake dried up
and her warm wedding feet got cold
so she sold out
and wandered off
down that same street;
parents always said she marched to the beat
of a drum
only she could hear
but of course you knew
by the end of your years together
it was only fair weather
a friendship built on loss
and gain
and never
ever
see her again
because she was gone,
son.
just gone
it's like i'm alone again,
like i'm home again,
and breaking again
from the inside
out
this face
is only a shout away from murder
and that's a lesser pain
than gaining ground
upwards again,
like the angels stretch to heaven
when they walk on earth
and the only god to worship
is the god who stops new birth;
the dead are walking in the skies
and down below you hear the cries
of failing,
just like sailing
across a lake of solid melt
like sandy edges of the delta
nile;
it'll be a while
until this case is solved
so put up your feet
and grab a read to wait.
the answers i bring should satiate
your loss
in a perfect world
the sun might be tame
and the weather too,
just blue skies
and sunny drives
along a shore of beaches
next to the endless summer side
but this world isn't perfect
and there's not much you can do
unless you want to give yourself up
and make the world face you;
remake the world in your own image
like a new god of humanity
until the sun cries deadly
and in starlight do you breathe.
there's only one way upwards
but far too many down
and when the lights are dying
i'm still the light you found
so locked away
and far away
and dead today
but tomorrow live
when friends have failed
and life is ailed
then come save yourself beside
i land on dry land
and sky land in my home
town of insanity around
and artifice is only part
of this
and maybe you're actually a figment
of my fragmented
imagination
a station waiting for a train to come in,
but we know where it's headed
this time
and we'll follow behind like the wind
and the sin
and the painful prick of pins
against bared skin.
it's a place when we can trace a life around
maybe up and down
and kiss the lists into place
with a trace of lipstick
on your face
from where the ending touched you
just when the beginning struck you
and you might have died
if i ever lied
and kept the truth from you
but still it's only ending
words
and still the sky is blue
empty times tables
on the clock
and empty lives
but take a walk
and up the street
go down the side
when lives are hard
just kill the bride
and bridesmaids dance
when dust is red
so sang the mockingbirds
overhead
and when the finches
came to say
the attic ledge
was going grey
and sent from heaven
might by chance
but only if
the words might dance,
and empty rooms
with empty beds
send visions of deadlock
through children's heads
and kisses kill
but guns make life
and sudden triumph
with floods are rife.
begin again
when endings fade
and make this life
what should have made
sense in ends
and sense for all
but never left
behind to recall
