Shadowing Ezra

Death!

We would cry

Between Ithaca and sad landscapes

That word like clear-colored

Coffee at the back of our throats

Where words tumbled 

Brave 

Cool and inarticulate 

Aspiring for the alternative

In light of swarth and moon coifed life back then

War young, nape saddled soldiers in whittled afternoon

And you..

 

Euclidean December 

Wild our senses into Circe and traps Alexander

Stranded, mad, heaving 

Attacking work-class misnomer misery

Attacking the slave sound of immortality 

Attacking the swollen blotted bottles 

Collared in green sea-grump 

Coated in fish whisker ration

Cigarettes and the clink of Tiresias on tooth 

 

Death

Were the steel blue hands that fed us

Death were the raggedy ole proposals like scarecrow

Death were the torn hands of Elpenor 

Blood gripped in conspiracy nirvana

Again and again

Where Death barked

We tilled the frost clod in blood

To freshly hooked wind off the fortunate keel of Chestnut Bay

 

 

Death…

We said to the all seeing sail

Death to poor man’s twilight

Single veins 

Single shot bliss riddled

Ontogeny  

And sunder slivered snake bellied phylogeny

The vast incurable bloom

Punishing us out on Fridays

 

To sin the sidewalks out to play 

On clear-colored wasteland

 And your eyes would tell me nothing over coffee

The very damn reason I write these odd anomalies  

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

To hide nothingness in eyes is a great ability and a great tell...maybe they are a reflection of your own.

[Perdition]

"Perhaps"? "Maybe"? These are as well coy abilities of evasiveness and tell...coffee?

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Let's be honest...your really more of a tea drinker, aren't you? Mint?juniper? Ahhh, hot toddy kinda guy....never to be trusted through the eyes.

[Perdition]

If honesty is what we seek, then I would offer up the pulse to dig deeper as the poet pursues...all things in light of experience of course. It is in this consideration therefore we must consider the choice and strength of my tincture. I am one to imbibe in all mattes which offer dark the holy cup in variance. Give to me a brew of spirit which, with end and cause of like, shall both by light and day suffice as well as transcend. Honestly~

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Riddler....you poetry is magnificent as always. I have found very few people who move me as much over the years.

[Perdition]

Alright! Alright!!...I'll drink the tea. Thanks for the heart felt encouragement!

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

With a spoonful of sugar😀