Riders

Tonight we will ride the desert cloud

it will escalate 

as fear does when tripping 

on a high-wire intoxicant.

I hope that we will not 

be friends.

not to satisfy me, as that will

not satiate

as I have dared the desert

lips parched and watching

one by one stagger into the 

earthly oven.

One more time 

I'll break in pain

for you

burning with confusion 

as unfamiliar as the intransitive

bottom

Yesterday morning

a verb without a noun

working

all actions that fill the day

Poet let me strip away

this restless sheath

from a busy sword

as I wrestle with

the only words I fear I've heard

Is the one that claims

 possession.

Forgive me

forgive me for what I could not 

undo

but had to do

to reclaim our dignity

from the hole in the ground

that hide our mysteries

the  underworld 

still under and heaven 

awaits within

the summer of feast or famine

murmurs a forgotten song

for I have forgiven you 

seventy times seven

the calamity of defense

then remember the words

that ride the dusty cloud

and thirsts.

For what is a name 

with no one who dares

to speak it

or from one who does not

know it

or worse 

from one who can not remember.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is often too hard to remain friends with someone we have loved so passionately.
It just hurts to see them...
Sometimes I want to not remember...but can't ride far enough away in my mind.
j.

[Corset]

Thank you Jacob I know what you mean :D

[willweb]

A dark poem that features so many wonderful lines it is hard to grasp at a few when the entire piece kinds of lulls the reader into a fantasy where death, where fear, where emptiness has a place and it feels good where it rests. The darkness carries through in words at the end that really do speak truth whether spoken or written poetically. This was a very cool journey that had me glued till the end.

[Corset]

Much appreciated Willweb, thank you

[Coyote Poetry]

Dear Corset, the poem danced on thoughts and experience.
"For what is a name
with no one who dares
to speak it
or from one who does not
know it
or worse
from one who can not remember."
The above lines. So good. Our memory can create monsters, we can't escape. Thank you dear friend for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Corset]

Yes exactly, thank you Coyote

[Einstein Noodle]

oh my goodness ... such dark tragedy ... i read toxic love .. abuse .. addictions ... reading truly presses my mind and feelings into a tight dark closet ... hard to breath .. well done says i! sheesh! ;)
E.

[Corset]

Noodle, Thank you..Google Agartha and or Admiral Byrd.

[Einstein Noodle]

will do .. thank you!

[Einstein Noodle]

I had not heard of Agartha ... Admiral Byrd, yes .. agartha the belief that the earth is hollow and nasty things wait there for us .. i am struggling to draw the connections to your poem .. it is dark and a bit frightening so i can see the inspiration with agartha by itself .. but what of the Admiral? :) love on ya!