Woe eyes
Gathering the storm before the clouds rolled in
Always against the grain, against the norm
You were a shadow in the corner
Peeking through your hair
Sipping the pain of the world
Maelstrom spinning a cinnamon moon, warming your bronze skin, intoxicating your mind…
In your eyes I fell into the edge of the wilds of your precious madness –
Those Outer Banks, so rogue and mysterious, kept you far from me
Jagged and bleak like lava, with sparse pops of nests tucked in their craters, like cupped hands –
Cocooning the few places of soft, mossy sponginess in your harsh, brusque landscape
In which to offer a sanctuary to the unwitnessed pain from lullabies unsung
Canyons dense with pockets of foggy fingers stretching like creeping specters
Silence, with rebellious lapses bursting from your chest
Like toothy worms masticating an overripe pomegranate…
All these precious things sown by your constant corpse gathering –
No laying to rest the bones of life’s cruelest gestures, despite the burden –
That combustible fury of haunted ghosts, squirming
Raging and shrieking into the spiraling velvet umbra, in the 13th hour…
Smoky and sooty, this wilderness, with the beauty of sorrow –
That sweet spot, a lacy web that few understand unless the abyss of loss has taken them there –
Into the eye of devastation, the frantic tick, tick, tick… of desperation –
The human expectation of a specific allotment of seasons and moons; Undone
With the swiftness of one flutter of a butterfly’s wings…
Psychedelic panorama of dreams burnt to pale, silky ashes, that the wind stirs into flakes of burning snow –
Winter graffiti –
Frozen winter like I often saw in the summer of your eyes
Year after year, after… year…
Water shaping stone, raven missing home, field full of bones…
But before noxious –
Between secrets and magic, and the mastodontic sky, lush with chandeliers of chrysanthemum stars
Your lips charmed me with poetical soliloquies –
Lover speak
And the poetry of kissing
Blooming in my heart into a succulent, plumy cosmos
Seraphic face –
Too late I realized that you were a rabbit hole, sliding into a worm hole, falling into a black hole
On purpose accidentally, iridescence curves around corrosion –
Corrosion that sprouts from the abnormality of dishonesty
Complicated affliction
The barbed tentacles of pestilence embedded deep beneath your skin like a cherished addiction
Grim tribulation, your indifference toward yourself, the self-flagellation that you – that you didn’t deserve
That wormed its way into your mind during some strange, florescent witching hour
Penance that you wrought the wrong way around, deep in those soulless confessional tunnels…
And I, I didn’t know the score. Maybe that’s why the hell I kept coming back for more? –
Kept trying to turn the handle, when there was no door…
But it’s not as simple as those with rosy glasses drink
Nor as easy as the dumbing down of the most obvious think
Complicated takes the devil a little longer, but he still gets the job done
Ubiquitous
Until we are specks of stardust, darling
Theater of Sorrows 