Here’s how it goes
The desperation sets in
the I’ll take anything
of it all and
then the remorse pulls
you under like a
drowning soon to die
dead man and you
break free and claw
and tear and finally
at last breathe again
and then right there
you realize that you
are not a drowning
man but that you
are and always will
be alive and desperation
belongs only to those
souls who can’t swim
and that one day
at last you will
be happy that you
didn’t follow them down
and into the depths
of that that desperation
Category: Poetry
Model
I promised you imagery
so here it goes
you are the color
of pumpernickel with raisins
delicately placed between lids
of the softest velveteen
followed by the thorns
of your lips protecting
the rose petal softness
of your tongue tucked
between the thickets of
mustache and beard hiding
and down and down
to the dry pool
of your belly where
once a salty sea
lay and further down
past the sleeping eel
and into the deep
darkness of your thighs
you are my nature
and I but a
painter with a brush
and this is the
you I see when
trying to remember thus
I
I can’t I
simply can’t I
don’t think I
will ever I
will never I
don’t imagine I
can so I
won’t do I
for even I
without you’s I
without us I
IFox
I remember or imagine
I’m not sure which
because the agony of
its missing is similar
this anguish often bleeds
like watercolors one into
the next this longing
for and also if
if we had and
also if we will
it’s delicate this dance
between past and future
but does very little
to release the gripping
grief of this present
I am thus caught
like a fox between
the hounds and hunters
TrickyThis
Never in order to
anything just simply be
for doesn’t the snow
just fall and when
finished doing so do
not others then do
with it other things
the snow never falls
in order to anything
when the snow does
what the snow is
meant to do then
and only ever then
do the others do
