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!

[icaros13]

You tried to hide your heart from this one, but it didn't work...it is there.

[Kristallo]

Do you think so? Perhaps I didn't try hard enough. ;)

[icaros13]

My statement wasn't very clear....the poem is
perfect

[Kristallo]

Ohh, I gotcha! Sorry, it's late/early and i'm not coloring with a full box of crayons at the moment, ha ha. I'm a mind numbing insomniac these past few days...

[icaros13]

Me too. I've gotta get my s**t together...my days and nights are backwards.

[Kristallo]

Yeah, same here. I often find myself staying up until three hours before I have to be at work (or class!) and if I go to bed at a decent time of night, I still stay awake as my mind as an uncanny refusal to let go on command. It's trying, sometimes.

[Kristallo]

has* rather. >.>

[icaros13]

I know what you mean...

[joshua deathdealer]

The ending really jumps out even after such a powerful main. I understand your logic and I have to say you put it into poetry very well.

[Kristallo]

Well, thank you. I'm so glad that you enjoyed it, and even moreso, that you related. Thanks for reading from my humble corner.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

oh man, each stanza is like 12 poems ensconced...I can't sink into the cosmos deep enough to fathom it (an in-eloquent backstroke)...don't slip too deep into poetry to forget what poetry has salvaged of what you feel. that is all.

[Kristallo]

Hmm, I'll think on that. I was writing this from a sort of frustrated place, where you hit a dead end in all of your endeavors to cheer someone up, and instead you find yourself complacently watching their descent into depression, helpless and futile. Yes, it could have used more structure, as i'm sure it's obvious I didn't put my heart out there as I do with some of my better writings. I think perhaps i'm too distracted by my sense of guilt at being unable to change someone's mood to really tap hard into that inspiration spring. My frontal lobe must have clamped it! Thank you dearly for reading, regardless. I treasure your input, always, John. ;)

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

this is fabulous writing Krystal..IDK what all's behind it...forget structure..this is tremendous..do not change it without mailing me a framed copy of the original

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

also, best uses of the word blanched, ever.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

p.s. I love this and if you talk down on this writing then you smell like poop

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

p.p.s. that is all. ;)

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

like icaros said: perfect.

[Kristallo]

Haha, thanks.

[Kristallo]

I thought you were going to bed like twenty minutes ago!?

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

haha, guess not