Notes from Dark Water

Notes from Dark Water

A Poem by Perdition

The blue will find us

Wherever we abide

And if I made you feel uncomfortable

If I made you dial in pain

It’s a price I did gladly pay


The moon threw a kiss when

We last held heads

Collapsed; Clover eyed 

I lay frayed

Made of corners and fresh indentations

Holding and cracking my jaw

Biting my splinters and indentured relevancy

Your white naked arms waving

Behind me in voice

Trying to sweep it all away

 

On the scraps of porch I ignored you everything,

It only ticks out seconds

The ignorance

Turning infantry to clay and clouds to war 

My stories stood

As if in tall salute

The devil paused his flask and fear

Made good worlds,

Good minds, good words

But they all but disappeared

 

Johanna, we

  found more than sparks through these electric wires


We bent needles on that red split-leathered dash

When morning beat us down

We praised the brokenness

But still we made our blood

When thunder roared

We toyed it was just your zealous belly

When the crowds cracked the screens in our breezeway;

Old friends coming home 

Portraits of apple afternoon


Their exuberant lips

Their faces of Khadija 

You blushed

And so love tended our days

So love welcomed love into the wrinkles and folds of our bed

But there were sharks in those dark waters

There were wolves that whiskey on n****e tap couldn't free 

Here these things we adore  

Surely  would have died,

If not for the moon's eye,

And stayed among the resurrected

With broken tongues that never tempt 

Oblivion back

© 2016 Perdition


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Beautiful Dear Hawk... Felt to the core

Posted 8 Years Ago


Perdition

8 Years Ago

Glad to have ya back writing the good strongs C. Thanks!

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