Ah-Von I

Ah-Von

I: When my sanguine soul twists like a juniper trunk,

all things seem foreign. Brokenness is blind to wholeness.

I have lost you in the moonless midnight of my existence.

Yet, your sweet scent returns with each desperate pant.     

 

#fall to glory

 

Last second backstab epiphany:

You scream bubbly

requiem rain puddles

from Forever’s jet inkwell

& you almost die

pointlessly

because I

cannot

understand

the lyrics.

Cold choppy

laughter erodes

hot flat palpitation.

After this world ends,

you will dance beyond

my rice paper scruples.

Serpentine valentine,

silhouette tongue-slide,

sweat-slick poison

on rose petal skin,

to cut me,

chew me,

drink me,

enslave me

ravenously behind

a scummy green dumpster

that growls from the

wrong side of my south

central mindscape.

This is why I smile fire

as my time melts.

You’ve slain me so lovely.

My lion weeps virgin blood

openly on the arena floor.

Breath sinks shallow.

Pretty picture fades

like hope mid-fall.

Heart stops to grab

a bite of anything

they’ll serve him.

 

one more truth kick

in the Zen-guts please:

 

I’m nearly alive.

I’ve never felt worse.

Author's Note

the verb עוה (Ah.W.H) means “to be crooked” or “to be twisted,” therefore the noun עוון (ah-von), derived from this verb, then means “crookedness” or “twistedness.”

Reviews

[Kerry O'Connor]

First off, let me say how much I love the SHAPE of the poem - the twisted right margin has a beauty of its own. Secondly, the well-loved voice of your protagonist, lost once again to the world of beauty, as he sees the aura of pain too damn clearly. This is one of your best.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Very strange piece, but interesting nonetheless. It's like drinking your first beer.

[Robin]

perfect Zen-ding