To Destroy The Tension

Is it wrong to be living for the energy
you get from train journeys?
I’m breathing only
In hopes in the future I’ll be caught
electric, and ecstatic, goose pimples
on a shuttle breaking open coffee cups
sipping to stay away for the moment
where our embrace will be sacred again.

Sitting with strangers hanging over me
sharing sweaty breaths in the cabin
but I’m still waiting, they come and go
to work, to school, to home, wherever
I’m all but still, gaze held out the window
to grasp the passing unlucky houses
if only for a second as the bullet throttles by.

Each one is a tally for the seconds away
I am counting, and I’m still waiting,
thoughts racing.

Clasped in the glaze of golden days
wrapped in a sofa
I’d still be stuck as Ted Hughes
and you’d be my Sylvia Plath
but somewhere  in a half removed sigh
it’d be my head in the oven
and with your laughter
I’d come out smelling of wine and cheap pizza
we’d recite something from Poe but
use our own names for the Sea
and the beautiful but clumsy Annabel Lee

The clock could melt blissfully
released of it’s rigid form by the heat
of two bodies colliding so serendipitously
without rhyming
without the words bespoke on page
the notebook of the bed sheets
or even the counter  
we’d write not a masterpiece
but something ugly
misguided maybe
but it’s what I’m living for

An amputated memory
to keep as taxidermy
in a glass case, thrashing for more
Tell me I’m wrong,
but it’s what I’m breathing for.

Reviews

[pumpkin head]

Simply amazing, i really enjoyed this

[Seth Tillings]

Thank you a lot!

[astronaut]

"I’d still be stuck as Ted Hughes
and you’d be my Sylvia Plath"
LOVE THAT. Great poem.

[Seth Tillings]

Ted Hughes is my favorite poet!
Thank you for your time. :)