I'm Not Here Anymore

I'm Not Here Anymore

A Poem by Drifting Blue
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...not with a bang, but with a whimper...Eliot

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Say a prayer from the gothic cathedral

The witch’s wounds are in her thighs
Buried in folds of flesh like sedimentary layers
Attracting all manner of fossils and fish.
We are not the arbiters of Armageddon
But its victims.
Its photo finished glossy surface
Holds depths you’ll never know
Holds feasts of crows
Ministers of time travel
And hot properties for sale
In the lava lamp waste of its battle.
 
Death drags his feet a moment
But not to worry
He’ll be along shortly
Dragging the other horsemen—
 
I’m not holding out for more money
Just enough time to spend in thought
In lust and bestial aftertastes
That paint the tongue like a palette.
Woolen mittens hold hands with rubber gloves
And cast dispersions on the nobility
Making a hasty stab at love
Ending in endless hostility.
Enter the elevator and what do you hear?
Juice Newton is the seventh floor
With her endless hair and corny vocals
Who played the tambourine but did not dance.
 
—We heard her and cried real tears
Blasting out our sinuses like trumpeter swans on crack
Anything to kill the vibe
Letting loose the balloon of swill heaped helium high—
 
You utter the apocalypse in a sigh
A whisper of ill aspect
Of prime rib and chicklets
Buried in afterthoughts of afterbirth
The after burners graze the hereafter.
All our casual violence makes hay
With all the soldiers that came to save
All the children in the way
Of bombs and gods of terminal days
Of mysteries and misconceptions here to stay
As the petty thieves of life make their getaway.
 
–Intentions never meant what they said
Nor did the words left unspoken
But in the end it’s like Dylan said:
“Everything is broken”—

© 2008 Drifting Blue


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It's like a modern day version of Revelation. ;) The figurative language you've got here make it more present. ^^ Thanks for posting. It was an easy and enjoyable read. :) It's also got a sinister vibe to it. :P

Ironically Yours, Blade and Blood

Posted 16 Years Ago


whoa...okay had to back up and reread...your choice of metaphors leaves one needing to recheck their identity somewhat...I very much enjoyed this piece...it left me still thinking

Posted 16 Years Ago


Quite awesome actually. This read like a cross between Dante' and Pablo Neruda. That's some good company. lol It felt a little in parts like the word sounds took preference over attacking poor Juice Newton...lol Apocalypse Now sort of read, well crafted, I enjoyed it.

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Drifting Blue
Drifting Blue

Bad Lands, NC



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