The Gardens of Adonis

love, death, afterlife

“I wish a storm would

Come and blow this s**t

Away. Or a bomb to

Burn the town & scour

The sea. I wish clean

Death would come to me.”

 

I was on that voyage that led to

Where Iphigenia was laid on the pyre

With the mannequin people in that synthetic world

And I was left alone for what seemed like

Ten years of incessant inner violence

Damned by the Gods for no reason

Simply to realize we create the boundaries

And the doom they thrive from,

 

I watched you dangle in my consciousness

Just like white noise in a busted black and white television set,

Drank myself next to you

In that cataleptic world,

Woke waiting for the next episode,

Tore the buttons from the remote

Like Achilles tore the choice from vengeance,

Smeared the guilt stained tears

Over my Playdough face,

Smudged the stars with my tar fingers

To pray in the dark for something solid and real-

 

But I only wanted it to stay dark

Without the calm calculus of reason

 

“The unpurged images of day recede”-

Iscariot carries the many fables of his life in

A satchel on his naked back,

His eyes blazing with the fires of emptiness

And memory, always memory;

Gustave paints a powerful kiss with his hands

And his mind, and moves on to the next work;

Creation is unfathomable with a blank slate

 And the viciously cycled wanderings of Oisin never seemed

As appealing as the lost autographed copy of life’s meaning

Until now-

 

We used to roll boulders down hills and watch the destruction-

Never plastic like Sisyphus but not much better-

But now we must be more cautious and ameliorate our ways

For at the bottom of the hill, somewhere, is our Corinna,

Our love, which unlike Ovid’s creation, is real, so real.

So let us live like the gardens of Adonis

Along with those who make their infamy their fame

And one day reunite when we awaken from this dream of life...

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You write wonderfully. You really do. You should be extremely proud of yourself, my friend. I loved everything about this. You have such a creative mind and made this poem flow like no other could have. I can't wait to review more of your poems. :-)

Deeply Yours,
Sarah.