The Intestines of an Unknown Rat

contemplating love

It’s a Gray day in a disappearing world where

Mothers scream and regret procreation

And fathers fail like Kato’s husband, where

The color fades gravely, fades like faith

Into the bloodied waters around Naxos,

The waters that continuously circle the door of Portara

Where Ariadne’s contemplation burdens love

And the mislaid spirit of Dionysos is almost conjured

To fill the cavities of those who have lost,

Those who have lost.

 

Where are the muses, as soft as winds,

To comfort my callused heart,

To tell me death is not all man knows,

To whisper some truth man can’t comprehend,

To mend me with love,

To exile the barren thoughts of doubt

Crowding my skull like Xerxes' army?

 

But no,

I am like the eyeless Orion-

I am the crapulous bearer of poison,

The descendant of intoxication,

The b*****d son of acceptance…

 

The Corona comes crashing down each night

To shatter my reign on reality,

To pose the questions no one can answer,

But I always wake from these night terrors

Soaked in sweat and wonder why

I can’t just die;

I can’t just live-

 

She skipped church to sit in our garden and think

And I sat next to her biting my thoughts

Into swallow sized pieces

To imprison the words I know dim her Selacon eyes,

The words that will bury her soul

Into nine hundred years of agony rooted in the ground,

The ground that grows nothing-

Reviews

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

A dark and thought provoking piece on the effects of love. Your wording is very intriguing and fascinating.

[The Warrior Poet]

Very intense - and smooth

[Nobody.]

the entire thing is beautiful poetry...but that last stanza is golden man.
great write.
cheers!