I am the harbinger of forgotten sorrow
Latent in decaying tree trunks
And busts of mothers following minute hands
With tin cans in far-away territories
To the tune of a swallowed tomorrow.
I am remembrance - cradle and babe
That dull the blade, or else
Where are you but no where -
A vague shell of attentive entropy
Dancing 'round the campfire.
Head upon the pillow like the rest
What causes it to rise
Like the rest?
Or fall.
I am
The Shadow
Poetic Genius, night-time sailor of bone marrow
Scraping edges from corners to fashion empty space
That if one turns to face
Burns the martyr
Again
and Again
and Again.
Latent in decaying tree trunks
And busts of mothers following minute hands
With tin cans in far-away territories
To the tune of a swallowed tomorrow.
I am remembrance - cradle and babe
That dull the blade, or else
Where are you but no where -
A vague shell of attentive entropy
Dancing 'round the campfire.
Head upon the pillow like the rest
What causes it to rise
Like the rest?
Or fall.
I am
The Shadow
Poetic Genius, night-time sailor of bone marrow
Scraping edges from corners to fashion empty space
That if one turns to face
Burns the martyr
Again
and Again
and Again.