scars of a lonely mourner

after you shattered, I spent days picking stale profanity

out of my teeth.

 

I scrubbed your sweet scent from my old blue jeans

and took a long walk through my disaster zone

in search of fresher fiends to court.

 

later,

when the night outshines my hope,

I’ll scale some bullshit star-chart to where your icy fire burns,

and warm my lonely corpse in the cold and brittle embrace

of a magical spirit I once captured in an old mason jar prison and poked at

with sharp words

and half-crazed intentions.

 

you always carved the pain into off-hand jokes

and upbeat shower songs.

 

I wanted to hold you forever,

but your candle flick-

        ered and died mid-eternity,

 

leaving me to shiver and wheeze

where my Time and Space collide like freight trains

 

until so many moons have bloomed and withered

that I will wonder if you ever truly existed.

 

nobody gets warm by cuddling up to a blurred

memory

of love;

 

not even when the memory

spends every moment

screaming yesterday-ghosts

from the pith of my

tangled guts.

 

 

 

 

Reviews

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nobody gets warm by cuddling up to a blurred
memory
of love;

Such truthful lines here, This is a powerful write.
I loved the stanza before this one as well.
I enjoyed this piece, makes one think about
who they love and if it is really worth staying or not!
Well written.

[What happened to simple..]

can't say that didn't bring me down, loved it.

'but your candle flick-
ered and died mid-eternity,'
----
'until so many moons have bloomed and withered
that I will wonder if you ever truly existed.

nobody gets warm by cuddling up to a blurred
memory
of love;'

--
'you always carved the pain into off-hand jokes
and upbeat shower songs.'

Those two lines ^ reminded me of your other poems in a way - but this one really got me, just plain sick emotion at a loss. Sad, but really beautiful. Love it man.

[Kerry O'Connor]

When you write about love or heartbreak, you know how to dredge up the emotions from that bottomless pit and put them into words which make the experience instantly recognizable in a completely original way...expressed in images no one else could have dreamed up.

you always carved the pain into off-hand jokes
and upbeat shower songs...

[Amy Bumpas]

Love these lines: after you shattered, I spent days picking stale profanity

out of my teeth.
nobody gets warm by cuddling up to a blurred
memory
of love;



not even when the memory

spends every moment

screaming yesterday-ghosts

from the pith of my

tangled guts.
Love can be a b***h...lol!!

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

A strong and dark poem. Powerfully written and a wonderful title.

[ju]

too many superb lines for me to know which have the most impact. beautifully described.

[Tommy]

That scent lingers in the very essence of us, as the memories hold on, and they walk away…This was sure felt, and your customary dark metaphors fit so well with the feel of this…I love this opening line:

“after you shattered, I spent days picking stale profanity out of my teeth.”

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

and here is the reality pulled through surreality~ I remember dumping 70thread cotton into the washer and hitting hard wash over and over again until every thread lay as frayed as the misstep of love that poured out of the days~ never came clean enough~ musk is penetrating~ it lives inside the pores of memory~