Combust-ication

Maybe I want to wallow with you,

Maybe I want to spill some blood.

 

That vicarious venture,

The depth of your emotion,

It’s intoxicating,

 

Because I feel you,

 

But I am not you,

And I never will be.

 

Like the faintest star I see reflected in your eyes

So close but so far away

 

I will never be as you,

Combust as you,

Pitter away and crumble into a vortex

Down the drain with the bottle in my hand and yet,

 

This path you walk alone.

Wishing my hand was at your side,

A swing at Jupiter wouldn’t pull you near,

And yet we ricochet like waves of magma

Flushed, we checkmate.

 

And I dare to think what you’d have of me

Years ago,

I would have swallowed you whole

Like a daydream

Born inside the mind of a winner

But the past has won,

And my age has deceived me

 

And Still I want to wallow

                   And Still…

            I want some blood. 

Reviews

[Niall Madden]

This is a very a very destructive poem as illustrated by the title the lust for blood adds a very primitive feel to the poem which is nicely contrasted by references to space and Jupiter we are left with sophisticated brutality and that makes this a nice poem :)