The Arrival

A Poem by Perdition

You hide with your unusual voice

Dithering

In my stairwell

Cat tall murmuring all day

Distantly arranged though near

I hear you rattling the chimes into nude collage fragility

You arrive with your hands greeted

And I am dislodged

A translucent montage

It is here where

You first announce your intent

Myself too retired with self

Pattering a calm and casual garb

Though I notice the air has

briefly chilled

My lobes awaken to your turning eye

Now clumsy in capable stew

The olive branches you weep bend

And morph into slow wickedness

From afar I

recognize my forests are deranged

Your presence is now as always

A constant shadow

From that camp you arrive

Face imposed

As larvae swallow my opiate glass

So lazily before in slumber astern

And infinite repose

We now are simply evaporation

You were always a comfort to me

But not tonight

This night belongs to imminence

The last sheets of warmth abandoned

I lie here hands open to my inch of sky

To my ill defiant house

Consumed

by your bits of late

The clock too with its mind befuddled

Ticks in unnatural matters

Resurgent to the pantry jars and kitchen wool

Laboring over your steps unstable

The polish of floor I dare rely

Though distance finds us

now a mere arm’s reach away

Every breath of you

A joy like the center of a flame

A thundering in fools who’s knowledge is best to fail

For my heart will beat innumerable rats

Into its cold center and cupboard

Filling solitude

With your sting and now as well

your imminence

© 2016 Perdition

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Glen Yumang Manese

I liked how you get the word: imminence...into this piece...the target of the piece with the usage of this word gives the vibe and translates well in the over-all pick-up of this verse...the way you describe the moment like the first one --- I read..I can see a balance in your writing style...of course...this is only the 2nd one...but good to read your work...