As Fires We Become

This night,

I am in the perfect place;

collapsed, swallowed,

terror 

dripping down to my mental lace;

Faces dancing over faces

locked beneath

the prism floor. I hear

the knocks of serenade

My condition spilling,

The shy sunlight sways

Burning like a flame in

40 watt incandescence.

This night,

I am in the perfect house,

yellow

Wicked circles form nets,

casts of air; flames

Chuckling a numbing clamor

Tonight I

pray these broken eyes to sleep

knowing soon midnight will raise its frothy pant,

and moon-cards will shrug to

drum the chilling future,

A scorn of nightly nest,

Cotton shivering stars

so violently

still,

so silently aware as if all should understand

Tonight I scrape my nails against

perfection of windows … numb from youthful scars,

I am glassed and evident 

A melting highway in

 Oblivion within myself,

 My face displaced among this crowd…

as now 

my time is through

My minutes tossed among the mingling

Not in single stage would I sleep,

Tonight

my words combine in adolescence,

careless molecular postulation

A sty

alive in my perfect reward

Beauty 

the weary mockery; 

plasticity inside my ragged jaw:

Black draping from the blackness;

whispering to the cruel whispers,

hard

in the pitted callouses of end…

This night

I am the perfect place

Author's Note

wip

Reviews

[Winslow Des Totes]

I would have to disagree with Phillip below about this piece being easy to interpret though many of the lines seem glaringly obvious I picture more than just the plain face meaning behind much of this precisely chosen diction. That being said I found this work fascinating and well thought out to the point of casual indifference-which is always a difficult feat to master. Well done! I especially like that last 4 stanzas; I feel they wrap things up nicely and with an especially interesting manor of writing.

[Perdition]

Well okay..You two can fight that out to the death...jk Absolutely LOVED this review btw..very helpful and reassuring as I too would agree with you; there are usually several layers that I will include to add meaning and hopefully depth in every try. Not saying I am always successfull...but this one is no different. SO Thanks for the kind visit Winslow and I'm lookiing forward to readig your poetry as well~

[Philip Muls]

A strong play of words, to always easy to interpret. But I assume that is how it is meant to be. Great flow and stanza. Well done.

[Perdition]

Thanks and I'm thinking you meant "not" always eay to tinterpret... But if not ..well done..lol.

[CD Campbell]

It's hard sometimes to review the intention versus the imagery versus the raw emotion of a work. I could interpret, but that would be a laughable endeavor, so I tell you what I like. "A scorn of nightly nest," etc. is my favorite stanza. I like the duality of it. I like the emphasis of " I am in the perfect place" in the beginning and the end and the in-between the description "why". I have to say that this poem reminded me of when I was young and I use to do a lot of acid alone in my bedroom after my friends would bail on me. It was the perfect place at those times. The line of the fingernails and windows brought that on. I could ramble about it.
I was kind of thrown in the first stanza when it seemed like you were going to set a rhyming pattern with the advent of "place" and "lace". Disappointed? A little. This is descriptive and dark. Next time write about unicorns and rainbows.

This is strong work. CD

[Perdition]

Ha ha ha... you would have to travel far and high to find me writing a word let alone a poem about "rainbows" or "unicorns" but a wonderful point in that line Mr. Campbell..I also once spent nights in a "perfect place" when I was younger but it was I who bailed because the microdots were way to strong and no way was I about to go bowling with melting floors and dinosaurs.

Thank you for this review. For years it's always intrigued me when poems find their way into a diverse conscience and when others, i thought would, find themselves, instead sitting alone in a white walled decaying prison; abandoned for the moment. Ah well. I'm glad this one did cause it holds something, in the light of importannce for me concernnig a debilitating disorder. You tapped the molasses well sir..Now you lay off them drugs Robbie

[CD Campbell]

Laid off long ago. Just dealing with the stray random flashback now. I'll give you some time on that unicorn poem. I believe in ya. Ha. Later.

[anonymousprankt]

exactly the one who gonna read this poem is @ the perfect place....... Beautifully awesome creation Sir..... i SALUTE!!!!

[Perdition]

Let's hope...Salute! And thank you for the kind read~

[emmajoy]

' Tonight I scrape my nails against the most - perfect of windows … numb from scars, - I have created a melting highway within myself, - '

Shades of Neruda's metered shadow. Such a brush of words, canvas coming to life, sounds of rising fire, nudges of light, a banter of happenings to come yet echoes of before times.

Beautiful work, calm yet very much alive.

[Perdition]

You are far too kind and thank you so much. I genuinely needed this amazing boost tonight and I can't think of anyone more apt to doffer such a thing as this and you....Thank you again! Smiles do not come easy and emotions twiic the price as this review, so with head bowed and soul humbled thank you so very kindlynow let's keep this smoney nachine rolling shall we:) With full sincereity thank you like you woul not believe !

[emmajoy]

I'd believe. :)

[zunie frost]

Great poetry!
Well done! Thanks sharing!!

[Perdition]

Well thanks for stopping by :)

[zunie frost]

It's my pleasure! Have a nice day :)

[Alisa Js]

Happy holidays from across the very long way,

There are times when a single word washes over the one's mind while reading and absorbing and that word for me was...'overwhelmed'

I can relate 😱

Eloquently written, as always...

Catch up soon.

Alisa😓

[Perdition]

Still a wip but I'm pleased, as always that
it reached out to you...we shall discuss and hopefully soon..Thanks H.~

[Alisa Js]

💥 so nice to read your thoughts again💥 looking forward to discussing💥

[luna rose]

I like this a lot. The undertones are heavy and existential, which I tend to enjoy. You're always so tactful with your adjectives and juxtaposition and whatnot; admirable to the point of envy. The last line reverberated beautifully!

[Perdition]

We must always be tactful with those "whatnots" :) Thanks L. ..and yours ..yes.."Perfect" Never argue with the master. :P~