Sun

Sun,

please bend a bit deeper

at your nimbus knee,

 

puncture the saturnine rings

of deep thought spun with shallow

despair

that dance around my murky sphere

of perception,

 

kiss me full on the face

with the light of half-clarity

 

spit the watercolors back

into my drab eyes

 

let me dance happily

with the noontime zombies

again

 

dark enlightenment is too heavy

for this dilapidated heart

to bear

 

let me burn down in sweet illusion,

 

too drunk on 7 minute old starlight

to feel myself freezing

and/or melting

back into

cursed

mud

 

Sun,

blind my midnight stare,

so that I can watch the flowers bloom,

and freefall into eternity with the happily ignorant

Saints of Oblivion

 

slice away this deathly crust,

and make me feel whole again

 

true reality

is best saved for mourners

and rattlesnakes

 

even then,

in tiny dosages

 

stricken,

striking,

dumbstruck,

and

gone

Reviews

[OT]

"spit the watercolors back
into my drab eyes" - I love that - and this "true reality
is best saved for mourners
and rattlesnakes

even then,
in tiny dosages

stricken,
striking,
dumbstruck,
and
gone" - powerful use of words - as always - loved it!

[Robin]

they way you braided those last stanzas - masterful

[Kenneth The Poet]

Sweet. I am singing George Harrison right now.

[Lily Mae]

I don't know what it is, but your work instantly takes me on a ride.. With this one I felt like I was on Saturn's rings...free flowing and slam ..the damn reality hits.. I'm back to the rings of being happily ignorant lol ;) xx