no pulse but a glass metronome.
sometime when her body was young
and her mind young yet
the world breathed her in and sang her out
in chime whispers like
the musings of a glass metronome,
steady peals directing each sure-footed footprint,
tick, tock, tick, tock,
a cadence of simplicity
and self assurance.
i wish i knew her still.
if there was ever a timepiece
dusty rib bones
it's long since burst with childhood's ebb,
scattering every once-effulgent shard to the far corners
and high limits
and roaring hollows,
leaving a space vacuous and inert,
haunted by an absence of sound
which cries volumes.
says every philosophy and philant
a clinical send off.there was a time when i almost convinced myself you loved me; back when your kisses coated my tongue with heavy, bitter deflections, back when you nipped about my ankles and slowed my steps and determination with sour laughter like the rattling of chain links.
back when you wrapped yourself through my ribcage with greedy intent to tie up what veins you hadn't already snapped.
back when i wasn't afraid to say you, because i didn't know what you were (when i didn't yet fear the day you'd push your way past broken lips and thus become a reality).
but attachment differs greatly from affection, and sometimes i caught you clinging not out of des
the sonnet and the breeze.she was a sonnet and he was a breeze
they both resembled their essence with ease
for the soul is expressed in the strangest of ways
and in all aspects their nature they conveyed
she was dulcet, and sonorous of mind
with treble clef skin and eighth note eyes
she danced on ballads and spoke in verse,
pulse singing in measures unrehearsed
he dwelt transient as all breezes do
wistful and fleeting, he roamed in pursuit
of all the unfathomed, but he never stayed long
before the sun's rising he would always be gone
they met in a clash of whisper and rhyme
(he breathed hello, she hummed a sigh)
and 'neath the morning they judged one ano
As Insubstantial As Cigarette Smokei.
they wrapped me through with police tape
before i was born;
yellow silk fetters entwined among
the arches of my ribs
and along the hollow bumps of my spine
like a warning
binding back what leviathan lay
in the dusk
i've searchedandsearched and never found it,
but they promise me,
(oh promise me it's there).
i've tried to call down the sun from up high
because i didn't like the way it made everything
i prefer the darkness.
(they've told me that's
where i belong,
hidden away for what
better purpose i have yet to
i'm drowning in shadows vague and empty,
and all th