Unanswered Salutations

 

 

You're a cockroach

 

Skittering across the exorcism of

this

Inebriated cataclysm

 

Dust falling into those

morbid cracks,

overgrown ivy

 

Winding

 

Six legs on severed

segments

A hard shell of

gleaming toxins

 

Your breath is

barbwire for

my soul

 

Don't scrape the

spine

bone against steel

and bloody

recollections of

unforgiving

escalation

 

Will we die this way?

 

Wrapped up in

an unholy extension

of

Hate, tongues

sliced by contempt

 

That snake coiled around

your legs

with a beating heart

and

Onyx eyes

 

Peering into the spirit

casting

shapes and colors

out into

some unknown disintegration

of my

own

mind

 

I blasted implemented

crucifictions

of diamond shapes

thought maybe

those

echoes would

burst into

chords and fractures

of

time, space, and a

grim salutation

 

IS there anybody out there?

 

I've screamed into

existence so

many

times

Shouting out into

molecules and atoms

beaming

electric currents of

ignorant sensibility

 

There are no rays of light

in the

deep, dark carapace of my

brain

 

We find only emptiness

in the

fullest of minds

 

Author's Note

Sometimes I'm not even sure what this will mean...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I feel this poem is a battle to see purpose and reason in a life. I like how you write. It is like a Dante's book. Must read each line and understand.
"I've screamed into
existence so
many
times"
Most of us don't understand. I write my grief on paper. Few in my life pay much attention to what is happening in their world and life. I like the ending. We need people with spirit and life. Ain't many left. Too many people just are waiting for death.That is very sad. A outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Ruth]

OMG! You know, your metaphors get better and better love! This is truly inspiring and potent:)
Such a search here, the reasoning through life, who can hear us:)
Wonderful poem!
xx

[JelliFyshKissUs]

Doesn't matter. It is sharp, pungent, and cathartic. Purge on, luminous flower. Purge on.

[benzohol]

So many ways to interpret this. I don't want to share my interpretation for fear of being grossly incorrect.

You really have a way of drawing people in; that's something you can't learn.

[Norma M Sutton]

love the last stanza

We find only emptiness
in the
fullest of minds