"Mourning After"

 

To drip down

Your skin, silver

Glow,

Slowly

Reflecting corners, hills

And every secret place

From your pour--

This sweat drop sings

Happy to begin

His lonely journey

At night, before the sun

Chases it all away

Reminding me with her happy

Hot face, smiling sickly,

Exactly how miserable I am

As she rolls up

From the corner of the world

And asks,

“Are you ready!?”

Through yellow teeth

And blithe eyes

She drains me away

To a pale nothing

Each minute

Enjoying all the more

My incessant waking--

Outshining my pretty girl

Who glowed white, softly

Against the black pearl of night,

Intoxicating my breath

With love and whispers

And moanings...

 

Now I am aware

Of all these imperfections--

Sour breath, tongue stuck

To the roofing paper of my life;

A whole, perfectly erect candy

Lies a lump of disfigured wax

Some vague, faded red

And it angers me.

 

I wish to be back

Rolling down your sex

Every instant into my head--

But now

I am jolted over-alive

By that sinister

Laughing clown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[James William Dyer]

"Sour breath, tongue stuck
To the roofing paper of my life" these are really excellent talent-laden lines. I liked the poem, the sun-moon duality theme, the perspective of the sweat. Only a couple trimmings would be my suggestion. The metrical device employed near the very beginning of the poem was well-done, also. It actually sounded like a droplet of water dwindling down in a little rivulette down the skin....

[Steven]

Thanks buddy!

[James William Dyer]

It's great to see someone else doing word experimentation. I almost feel like starting an underground writers movement here in MI and making it a requirement that the poetry be syntactically unique and experimental. Get like ten people, a bunch of wine and micro brew, some cannabis, a good male-female ratio, a couple canvases and some paint and see what happens.,.....but I only know two other poets, one good one not so much, and neither really jostle the words. Maybe an ad on craigslist? lol

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I'll go

[xtheeverproject]

I was at peace when I read the beginning, and suddenly it all changed... I like when writing does that. There's imagery in every drop here and it keeps the reader interested. Nice job.

That's brilliant, and sheer, bittersweet.
You are awaked from a dream, so lovely
And seeing truth within the facets of
Being played, by the clowns grime
maybe she felt the same?
maybe it's truckage...
Lovely write anyhow, it's amazing how you joke
and ramble, a perfect poem with feelings, and imagery
Into a cabaret of truth.

E.L.

[That_Girl]

Again, this is brilliant.

"Sour breath, tongue stuck
To the roofing paper of my life" - That's scary good. You have tealent, no doubt about it. Loved this!

[Ees]

wooo-ho. hard. That is how I would describe your style. I mean that in a good way. This was hard and intense and manic feeling at some parts.
I really enjoyed this.

[Sunny Skye]

Wow excellen poem. Very good work.

-SkyeBlanco

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. being aware of imperfections and being "over-alive" are thoughts that find resonance with me ... excellent work ...

[cest la vie]

In a word Bravo!

Extraordinary piece you have penned here. Damn fine writing!!

[ICE]

Wow, you are amazing!

[Lizanne]

The morning after wakeup when everything in the stark sobering light of day looks completely different.