December 10, 2007

• Poetic Therapy...

   

  Clarity as Afterthought

   

  This is not some deep welled wish,
  Where penny slides from hopeful fingers
  Preceded with sickly trumpet blaring the impending epiphany.
  
  I no longer seek a truth stuck between cheek and tongue,
  To decode the lies thrown in random succession
  In attempt to thwart heart and my own tangled idealism
  
  No more hidden words to rummage through, found
  Lodged in your eye and bat of lash, with an absent
  X to mark the sharp edges of vowels, you slid
  Down my veins with slight regret, and a shallow
  Shake of pensive head; smiling cynicism while taking
  
  Languid and bitter back-strokes, back- and two stepping
  Tears left in the inevitable come down of your
  Self consuming post presumptions, all the while
  Humming “Buildings and Bridges” on your way
  Out the door. What doesn’t bend, broken.
  
  Because this is not some fly-by-night angst ridden fairy tale.
  This is the ending in black. The final curtain call.
  Obscure pain draped in a third layer of translucent memory-
  Where, when lined up with the stars, make an impulsive
  Pattern of weave and ravel, weave and ravel
  
  Clarity has become an afterthought, something
  Remembered in the ebb of this onslaught of desperate flow.
  And there is no sign of deep throated secret,
  Or bloodied lie to hide-and-seek at the count of ten.
  
  This is my convenience running thick, and gone.
  Shrugged off shoulders in a half hearted effort of
  Nurture and neglect. Beautifully discarded, with
  The irrelevance and lip biting of the perfect cliché.

   

  
   

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