Burning in Water, As I Drown in the Flames

Late nights and whiskey are strange bedfellows.

 

Through waterborn erosion

Blood pools my heart

Down bleach ruined drains

 

And I sink

 

Like weathered amethyst

Like Hemlock in the rain

My mind is never empty;

It is full of electrified regret

Mammoth dreams

Fluid filled illusions

 

And I sink

 

Into the dark abyss of

Your eyes,

Your callused heart

Oh! Flower of flesh

 

And I sink

 

Sensuous awakenings

Moth covered; anesthetized

Falling ever so slowly

The scented twilight

The burning dawn

Poisonous tones

 

And I sink

 

Violent red mornings

Tarp covered nights

And the gods danced

The wounds scabbed over

And the gods sighed

With bastardized guilt

And the gods died

In the mind of the mortals

In the mind of this mortal

 

And I sink

 

And the Earth spirals out of control

And the gravity draws you in

But as the sun warms the skin

And I sit perfectly still

 

I sink

Reviews

[Rene Velez]

A great one Tkess...strange bedfellows indeed...but genius.

[Sunni Davis]

This is absolute genius! Its gritty and emotional; gripping and thrilling. Your words flow so easily like fine whiskey from the bottle. Extremely well written!

[Kenneth The Poet]

You sink indeed, but this poem rises to the occasion. I feel the despair, the longing whether it is personal or just about the state of humankind at large. This a work of art.

[Lily Mae]

That last stanza seals the poem I love it.. I was listening to Metallica while reading it gave it one heck of a twist lol..xo Your work thrills and amazes me always with your great ability to create these dark soulful writes..xx