Passing Through

wip

"Well I hear it’s evening", they say

Like I give a s**t about evening

  Like I give a s**t about anything 

    anymore

 

And I hear the buzzing of street lamps 

Plotting out the pre-seminal actuality of life

And I hear the Tesla pigeons

Cooing in white angelic coil

Cottoning the currency sleeve 

The dark tie on any-man’s genius

And I hear the internal combustion engine

Plowing down splined virgin knees 

Drumming out car-jarred moon songs

 

And I feel the lightness like a blood-weary fly

Drunk-

inside my flesh

And I remember the prayer of moth

The mortal tones of our birth

And I strip back the day 

A warm illusion of spoon 

Wisps and whispers from my spindled bowl

 

And now they tell me it is evening

And now they tell me it is eve

AND now they tell me….

 

Then I turn to spit 

And in the foolish few seconds before night declines

I come to realize

I was never even here

Reviews

[Priscilla Sayers]

Wow! Amazed Hawk the intensity is tangible

[Perdition]

Is not…Its "palpable"…lol. Thanks Canvas!

[Priscilla Sayers]

Ha ha! Always love to read your poetry

[Perdition]

Always keep the light on Canvas….Your presence is a palpable intangible : )

[Priscilla Sayers]

You warm my heart Hawk. Thank you for helping the Sun reach me through the obscuring overcast of my own chaos

[icelandicblue]

There is darkness in this poem and even a search for darkness. I like your voice in this, it's disdain wrapped in melancholy:

And I feel the lightness like a blood-weary fly
Drunk-
inside my flesh
And I remember the prayer of moth
The mortal tones of our birth
And I strip back the day
A warm illusion of spoon
Wisps and whispers from my spindled bowl

[Perdition]

One of these of these days I'll find it….Thanks Ice.

[Alisa Js]

Aloha from over here, somewhere in the middle of some ocean, or so 'they' say~~

Ah! yes, the omnipotent 'they' always around, always watching, observing, ever vigilant...

Or so 'they' tell us, whoever the hell 'they' really are or aren't?

This one to me feels angry... angry inside a very deep road just before the push-back...and push back you must!

I have had that feeling before of never been, it's an extraordinary sense of loss especially if you were present within.

Food for thought.

Catch up soon. Very well done, you!!

As always...

alisa ;-)

[Perdition]

Not angry just ANGRRRRRRYYY….jk. Had to clear my thoughts before they got tossed…Thanks!!

[Alisa Js]

great thoughts, by the way.. thanks for sharing... your public adores you!

[Perdition]

Aww…who?…;p

[Sarah Jane]

I read 'Death of Grapes' and I just finished this one. After doing so, I just might read some more.

I like the tone of this, very melancholy. The beginning drew me in, and the end left me wanting more.

Look forward to reading some more.

[Perdition]

Uh oh…well be careful and take a flashlight…thanks!!