Doleful Passenger

I can't get rid of you tonight

Abreast in blanched solitude,

battered in lusterless sea , while

the hooves of Mars bleed

a burnished copper unto your 

penniless eyes-

birthing free and lucid. 

I know i'm the one to soak

that sea of sick washing in your gaze

Sit tight, i'll fetch you a drink

sip the dew drops from celestial skies

the ashen absinthe of your soul's

montage. 

We prepared for the hiding

in abysmal blankets of cosmic refinery

we'll crown the black hole of fate

Together, how I loathe it

our cadaverous hands clasping

some irrational pastel belief

in a dimming abstract destiny.

Such a cunning creature that casts the light out

entombing your fetal heart with

a pallid face of photographic regret 

fading into a dismal, filmy

  - white-out -

the bleached reach of refuge

rolling tidal waves of umber

awash in a fleshy bliss that sings in

the skin-deep deluge of

roiling subconsciousness. 

I remember when

the path to cerebral abandon

was lined with pining morning glories

budding in amorous abandon

for that sun of a smile that wore you.

In blushing rue horizon

we can capture the snapshots

of cloud cast memory.

The palette of dawn

creasing in your face

lights an impressionist's gaze

for the stagnancy of grace

and still no sacrifice

would strike a chord in you. 

You tell me that dreams

don't escape you from

the self serve of destiny

like interloping ghosts they deliver

unto you another brimming

of poignant waking life. 

I find myself skimming

the causal madness behind

a mind that trades this cage 

for another.

Reviews

[Alexandria Reece]

'our cadaverous hands clasping
some irrational pastel belief
in a dimming abstract destiny.'

You have me, as Anne Sexton would say, 'drooling at the mouth-hole'. I feel powerful energy spiraling down and yet summiting as you write on. You're too brilliant and mysterious to follow at times and I think that's one of the things I like best about you. If a poem is to be understood entirely for surface value, then there is some element certainly missing. You are NEVER without that element, fierce as well.. with a distinct curve of feminine beauty throughout.

'for that sun of a smile that wore you.' - pinnacle of brilliance...

ugh ugh, you're too good! I love it. It makes my bones light up!

[Rosalind Gale]

Gosh, I love it when a writer quotes Anne Sexton, truly, she is my favorite poet - thanks Alexandria.
-x-

[Alexandria Reece]

Ah! So glad to have mentioned her then!

[Souladareatease]

fetch in bold eh?
Jerks......Quite the sad tale, the frustrated mind awash with indecision, and pain of hurtful moments amassed...A beautiful painting of what seemed a trying time.
Excellent write and Beautiful flow!!!

[Kristallo]

Yes, it was... I don't often look back at these older ones because of the crippling sense of self loathing I feel when I remember the things I used to put up with. Thank you for reviewing this- it's such a pleasure to learn and read more of you.

[Perdition]

I found myself pacing, there is this red room, a living room with a mural upon the ceiling that mimics the actual position of twilight outside to my sky. I call this room the Sedona room and this is the thing that invades me in my home and I use it to read Poe and swear silver doesn't matter in the greater scam of humanity...but here I found myself pacing the remnants of the ghosts reading into this apocalyptic reach of your understanding. You get it, but it passes you by in this blink hearted moment like the bird calls of a tree lit morning.... and because you understand it your intimacy ties into it and it makes it all the more red pressing painful. The pacing was worn down to a better hell and the red walls of this room were no longer a symptom in color but a tempo like horse heeled capo crawling from the garage filled in guilt below and pounding the lost minded rhythms in your poem worn to absence. I couldn't help but read it over and over, pacing the red until it almost spit from my teeth in memory.
Too many lines lost into perfect alignment and too many thoughts that reach down into you with a bitter clarity to mention...in other words; This is my Sedona twilight mural with the birds in flight and my mind lost in painful tranquility. I so hate it....jk. PERFECT and BRAVO!

[Rosalind Gale]

Doleful Passenger: What a wonderful title, one I wish I had come up with myself.

''...the ashen absinthe of your soul's
montage. '' -
So to Gabriel Rossetti and his crazy world, the mixture here is a delight - and a haze overtakes me, the complexity of being, of long long nights by the typewriter.
Oh Kris, I know I have told you this many times but your pieces always send me on a journey, somewhere out of place, and out of time. Like the yellow brick road - you give me somewhere to go, and if I get there finally, we will all be there to drink a drink of absinthe and talk about everything, until we fall asleep.

Much love
-xx-

[Krystal L. Elliott]

I have no words to describe how beautiful this was for me too read. My mind was taken elsewhere as I hung onto every word that was written.

[Kristallo]

Thank you so much. I am flattered that you found this worthy. :)

[An owl on the moon]

You take us all on this journey... one across bridges and branches of time... shaking off the space of moments and memory... and colored in stained glass shades... What a beautiful reflection... "was lined with pining morning glories budding in amorous abandon for that sun of a smile that wore you." This has me longing to sip the dew drops from celestial skies... ever and always...

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

I feel like I should review this again..the dualities and subtleties and mastery of language are incredible..there seems to be regret at techniques to maintain something emotionally feasible are no longer working and you take us through these psychological and imagery laden philosophical landscapes and the lines blur between anyone you might be referring/talking to and you're stuck with yourself and I as the reader am lost in it, powerless to help you through it because I'm immersed in it just as deeply as I read it.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

what can I say, no words can do justice to the beautiful verse you string together like pearls. Absolute beauty, dear friend.

[h d e rushin]

"I find myself skimming
the causal madness behind
a mind that trades this cage
for another"

"I cant get rid of you tonight", the images you present
are far too strong for sleep; the synonym for territorial representation.
I want to add this line in a poem of mine. But sadly, in my poems,
I am the one doing all the talking and most of the thinking.
The final four lines of the final stanza is pure magic-radius.
Than you for showing us the way....hder.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

fascinating! Well done!

[Kristallo]

Thank you for your kindness and for taking the time to read me. Always a pleasure to get a thoughtful review from a fellow writer.
K