Wild at Heart (Lynchian Ode)

Your life was the absolute contrast
and I loved you for that.

Our childhood windows shot out by fear,
Our subconscious stolen.

I loved the tormented girl who chanted the alphabet,
with dying horses haemorrhaging behind her eyes,
and voice sounding like broken Uher tape haemorrhaging dreams.

And I loved the neglected boy who grew his own grandmother from deformed seed,
And the deformed baby cleansed of sin and porcelain.

I loved that damn tethered dog too betrayed to move,
That severed ear of strange desires,
That dream untethered for the broken-hearted few.

Reviews

[Eilis]

An apt and elegiac poem of sorts to a man who was the only man of his kind. I have been rewatching some of his films and Twin Peaks over the last year just revisiting. It is a unique world. Many were part of my younger years but I connect differently all these years later. A stirring forest of artistic actualization. A museum of the mind.

Your poem makes me feel this too. It feels something like a letter and that is beautifully fitting to my mind. I thought this was a great tribute.