#oldpoem

(E = he or she)

It greatly saddens me  to watch the philosopher.

So oft does e query  but not wait for the answer.

If e would just look closely  the answer e’d discover.

Yet e just sulks morosely  like a heart-broken lover.

You can hear it in the wind. You can smell it in a flame. You can feel it in a rock. You can see it in the leaves.

I prayed for a love like this

for a love so strong, there was no limit

a bond so tight, with so little effort it seemed unrealistic

one with just the thought of you, i could feel from miles away

no matter how far you go, I know you would never stray

no disappointments or failure because this love I know is forever

from the second I laid my eyes on you, I knew there was nothing I wouldn’t do

I prayed for a love like this

in a deep dream i am an astronaut. 

i gaze out upon the smooth curve of 

planet earth from the passenger window

of a spaceship and and am fixated

upon the way she floats, 

as though she lies on a substance,

(thicker than water, yet as mesmeric)

and her bright, piercing blueness,

stark against the liquidy black universe,

dark as the dank and icey cold

caves buried within her, terrifyingly quiet.

creatures crawl over her ripe flesh,

(sometimes green and sometimes brown, 

sometimes supple and sometimes brittle

from lack of rain) 

they feast on her fruits, greedy and ravenous,

they drink her water, yet are never quenched.

motionless and without the gravity that pulls me to her

i am bleary eyed and fearful, aching

for home, for her velvety grasses, 

the longing songs of passing birds, desperate for 

heat, the ripple of her flowing creeks and

the powerful stature of her towering trees,

sublime black,

Think back to before everything got messed up and I

Just want to scream and kiss my old life goodbye

I don’t recognize who I am today

Spend my time trying to run away

My past is a shadow of mistakes

That I just can’t seem to escape

They say, “You’ll be fine” “Just give it time”

Being alone makes time seem worthless

Your comforting words are old, I’ve heard this

Don’t put your arms around me

Just keep your distance please

Be careful, you might get this disease

Where it seems like I beg you all to pity me

I told you to watch your step

And don’t take that as a threat

Merely advice so you don’t regret

What news from Preston? Last heard, he escaped custody, was somewhere. Figured you’d get a letter, if anybody. Blood moon oranges with cinnamon sprinkled, You take your hit, he’d say, then it’s my turn Then it’s your turn then it’s my turn. Pleasant memories, I can tell you that, Sitting there, Grandfather clock standing in the corner, watching us, Tick tock, while Preston explained where they came from, The blood moons. I enjoyed hearing. Or not so much the hearing as The listening.