Poison and Wine

Poison and Wine

 

These dried up streams around my eyes

A map

A drought-splintered journey

Like a tattooed web, trickling down my neck

My limbs

Guiding beautiful, unassuming Tourists through Enchanted places

 

The Mask is callous

Weathered

Affixed

Permanent

Clenched fists of sunburned parchment-pressed skin

Turns to Snow-white numbness in

A split second, Just a thought but a penny for your

Time

 

Follow me through gates of fantasy

My Steps. My Sea. My Sheets.

My colorful Musings of heart-felt smears

On an Impressionists canvas

You can stand on my toes as I wrap you

Who knows

What I’ve been

Through

To deserve such affection

 

This trek

A walk that turns from beauty to bone

From ecstasy to pain

I hear the clang of change in my pockets

That reminds me of ticking time bombs like me.  Slowly.

Ticking.

Slowly.

Draining you like an IV drip. drip. drip.

Drops of energy from a fresh, clean, healthy soul.

 

I am rust

Battery acid pulses through my veins and corrodes my reach for Salvation

Insides dissolve into one fluid mass

I promise you an Accord.

Of Truth.

Love, Sweat equity and virtues

This nuclear, arrogant, self loathing Understudy.

Pulses

Tricks the Sleight of Hand, the Brick Wall, the Naysayer, the Wise, the Strong.

It holds hostage the Wild, the Cunning, the Beast, the Jester.

Not one with a Crown or dowry can protect, save, rest.

There is no night

No day

There is no dream

No twitch, No solace. Just never- ending tumultuous wind.

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar problems and punctuation issues.

Reviews

[r. f. jordan]

this is moving imagery, good man. The first two stanzas are like an introduction to an ode, but distant. The next two solidify the unease within the journey, the fragile balance needed in all relations. The final stanza is my favorite. Ties in all the roles we have to play to keep relationships afloat. i love the "tumultuous wind" ending, it brings the whole piece together as a whirlpool of perceptions and thought that interactions become. excellent.

[Poet-bellied pig]

Truly great stream of consciousness narrative, genuinely brilliant imagery and consistently effective use of monosyllabic words to emphasize the points

[Tantra Bensko]

"A drought-splintered journey

Like a tattooed web, trickling down my neck" I love that image.

"Who knows

What I’ve been

Through

To deserve such affection" is very clever.

"This trek

A walk that turns from beauty to bone" is almost painful it's so wonderful. I found this whole poem to be outstanding. Great use of line breaks, sound, imagery, energy, tone, everything, to be very powerful and alive. The Accord was very jolting, as it seems meant to be.

[riskrapper]

woo
good poem... a slammer
thanks be for recovery
and self knowledge
a perfect antidote to tumultuous wind
good stuff Fremmie

[John]

A marvelous helter skelter ride through a fantastic landscape, and sure to go on and on in the mind of this reader.