Anatomy of the Subversive

dark. happens in the dark.

Abysmal black cave

I suck at the shore, and capsized

I let it all go, and long for

the pain I instill; he follows

the pathway through hell, at the bottom

on the sea's floor; I feed him

the glass of broken bottles

hopeful maps thrown 

to moon to save the soul

boiling waters

my sin my sister-sword

all in words die

reviewing scathing lies

I think it's a good time

to drown to reconcile

the mind and a rusty knife

my shapes shift

justice recrudesce 

towering dorsal fin

and sunken bullets behind the mask.

Accidents happen 

where light is lacking, commit

your last line here

in the dark.

Accidents happen

when I'm trapped in; admit one

sepulcher

in the corpse-cluttered dark.

Reviews

[Azure Montessa (Blue)]

Lovely written and thought-provoking. :)

[Solilokiss]

Brilliantly worded! I love your type of poetry, causes the imagination to run wild.

[Coyote Poetry]

"Accidents happen
where light is lacking, commit
your last line here
in the dark."
Amazing use of words. Wild visions create by the statements. Above lines I like the best. No weakness in the excellent poetry.
Coyote