Mississippi Trailer Scene

He drinks his vague remorse

Nicotine overwhelms the room

Gaunt and

Empty, burdened to a corpse

The light of day breaking limbs in half,

Stands like a plant with a dry desperate want

He leans and with cogitative strokes

Burdens his beard and door

Ogling,

He fractures his spackled face

The origin deliciously drowned-

She takes the last few hours with opiates and leaves

Embellishing the ampler worth of the last few years she let slip into the ground

Love is not the animal inside them

Love, not loosened with time

But where he leans, she paints a mental vapor

 

Too many days, she asks again in ramification

Too many days she just wasn’t around to make more of the lesser things happen

And silver thoughts adorn her red magnetic hair.

She twists in half turn

A mild around

Not a monster, Not a b***h

Just wishes him everything

Before she pushes on

Reality stalks beyond their wasteland

Simpering

The streets jump out with a billion grim memories

Telling her the bleak absolute

She knows there is nothing to tell

Nothing to hold her in worth

And the beds after beds spread to a river angelica

She speaks through her floating hazels, sweat crowns her militant brow

And salt sirens the day’s philosophy

She thinks from a distant charm

A midlife hard revision

Penned into the lines of shrugs

A hundred years before his arms can touch her again

The spell of Old Spice,

No way it stays olfactory

She is demonized with hair meshed in willow

Snarls at the pandering fauns

The made of fools she knows as only trailer genius

A revenant

This world knows nothing of her truth and so she has to cry

Behind her she hears his

canisters clink

Camels and vomit still liquation on the air

The medallion walls and a Vietnam they fought together

All a taste she is desperate to escape though

Tomorrow is a billion light years

Pushing one mask

One smile inviting the lie of a nugatory sun

She fondles the quarter inside her pocket

Listening to his promise:

“She’ll be back!”,

He fancies

This, his first unwelcome blue provocation in the holy making

Of the life that robbed his hour.

 

Reviews

[Jenny Lee]

Oh my Perdition! I love this decimating story of love! The ignoring of the other's value in their own life to the same regarding each other! All leads to the point of leaving and ignoring their own regret. I fall in love over and over with this author!

[Perdition]

You should see the hole in the wall. Letting go of the mind and letting the pen gallop at its want is the poet's dream and I always seem to pass that by these days..but I remember and remember well the taste of losing the reign~ More thank yous than I can offer but sweet the hour!

[Jenny Lee]

"The taste of losing the reign" . . . I got goosebumps! You are every fiber a POET. Maybe THE poet. Have a great day!

[Yahya Oulad Aouid]

Marvelous! Poetic yet with a cinematic tone of lucidity and terror! Reminded of House of Balloons, the early album of the weeknd!

[Perdition]

A lucid terror or the combination set free...?House of Balloons...interesting? Don't know but I will if it exists and shame on me. Thanks!

[emmajoygreen]

'The streets jump out with a billion grim memories
Telling her the bleak absolute
She knows there is nothing to tell
Nothing to hold her in worth
And the beds after beds spread to a river angelica
She speaks through her floating hazels, sweat crowns her militant brow
And salt sirens the day’s philosophy
She thinks from a distant charm
A midlife hard revision
Penned into the lines of shrugs
A hundred years before his arms can touch her again
The spell of Old Spice,
No way it stays olfactory
She is demonized with hair meshed in willow'

You, sir, make emotions and thoughts and love and time and.. live in a haunt of words yet.. give if only for others to share. Fine writing.. a poem to remember.

[Perdition]

Thank you Emma...best to remember that everything winds its way home to the heart when I write from there, it is hard to care the circumstances!

[Ken e Bujold]

Love is not the animal inside them
Love, not loosened with time

As dark and darkly as this beautiful poem gets, these two lines echoed about inside my head. For all the hints of despair, there is still a haunting undercurrent of real love oozing from these lines

brilliant poem my friend

[Perdition]

Or death, or knowing, or realizations, or perhaps I just spoke out of line as usual..lol. A million ways to say ....

[KWP]

well, yeah - a tale of life in it's truity - the want for more - the settling for what is ... small glimpses of happiness in the acceptance of life laid bare ... but always searching for the greener grass ... eloquently put for a trailer stint X

[Perdition]

Relentless you are. A trailer too can be a paradise blanketed of tin.All depends on the occupants but yeah..too many stories of men that never came home and women that bore the weight to try. Thanks~

[KWP]

Well, it's true - trailer can be a paradise indeed - my bad X

[S.L.P]

this is gorgeous. I loved every line I read. Your vocabulary is satisfying and the way that story is told is borderline cinematic. Beautiful.

[Perdition]

Thanks..some nights I have to cut as deep as possible and pray the muse leaves her scar in at least one that can hear the words with the same manner that it comes. So absolutely appreciate your remarks.