soothsay

trying not to lose my soul again.

Let me speak no tears-

I shed no fears

Bottlenecked drive

Eyes derived

I survive

 

Jealous of my soul

I bite to stay alive

 

Frost deposits mar the window pane

Handprint heated, still remains

Speak no tries

And do no lies

Over the wave top still I ride.

 

There it became

One to remain

Out to the marshland

Home again

Out to the grave yard

Sipping flies

Mushroom on mushroom

There it dies

 

Hands are bone and bone entwined

Cell by cell a crevice, find

Lay down your goddess before the swine

Not me but only honey dripping

Music slipping

Silence fitting

Light is quitting

And is gone.

 

A lie is fitting to form from teeth,

A desert howl, a sidestep beat

Children wield the brambles, thorns

Mixing truth with ibex horns

The soldiers whimper and retreat

Where they soothsay into morning.

 

I was a child once along the sea

Where recyclable debris

And caramel apple cores

On worms and wood to softness bored

Float but bobbing sink down to the floor

Of the sunken ballroom.

 

Soon so soon

Will I be going

Flowing into time with all its knowing

Like sleep-sand and the self is glowing

Going

Going

Gone.

Author's Note

sorry I've been gone so long. The army eats and then regurgitates.

Reviews

[Emily B]

how have I never found you, may be I have been neglecting my reading?

[Ed Hart]

going? not so soon...not so soon; there will be time for many things, there is much to learn