Blkrubbersoul
10-06-2008, 10:47 AM
i. deception
somewhere between early august and
auburn leaves you took that
softly swirling feeling, that
succubus whip-lash sting,
away from her,
away from me
ii. monsters
there are monsters;
the wolf ran you down,
little rabbit, as we were
running through the forest.
i followed blood trails and
pieces of fluff from your tail
to the shores of our
imaginations, now nightmares.
the full moon cackles madly at me.
iii. the countess
some saintly figure,
standing solemn in the forest,
soft light lighting the lectern
from which he reads from a
book entitled,
“demonology.”
iv. air
i am near sighted.
they told me my night vision
was pretty shitty, but with these
lenses i would see better.
it’s still pretty fucking dark.
v. perennial
death has forgotten me
vi. linen litter
i lay here, left
along a foxhole in
the love-laid laundry
you’re leaving.
vii. remembrance
“And with pursed lip sorcery
quell the maelstrom
inside your head.”
viii. orpheus
we laid like lions beneath the breeze,
shifting paws and purring yawns,
you listened to my love-lyre serenades
we soon became rabbits running from wolves;
in the furrows of the forest, i lost you,
you had sold yourself to the snakes
all of you will weep for me
i turned hell itself against death,
Hades himself wept for me.
listen to me now, love, it is time for you to come home
but it is here where i walk now,
that knowing i will not look back
for you cannot be there
Hades calls to me, she will not follow
why is it my Eurydice, why is it
that you have forsaken me?
ix. the gravel road
“run”
x. geis
we left, in full flight,
our chariots charging across the fields.
my foot was pierced--
what brooding this brooch would bring?
none for we knew all and nothing
my charioteer and i did see
along the road, the daughters three,
we didn’t know it then;
i ate the hound in me
i left this life later at the battle.
three pointed spears,
the king of charioteers,
lord of horses, and me
only when the raven’s perched
you will know i am gone
xi. silently/answers
the blankets were not enough..
all these sheep, and i have failed as a shepherd.
so i will sink back to the bitter weeds
from which i came;
we will leave the answers untamed.
no longer will you bathe in the dim light
of my pastel soul,
so i will sink back to the bitter weeds
i will forever be trapped in the doorway
the window sill,
the drafty house--
xii. prophecy
oh little prince,
happy birthday
to
you
xiii. the thirteenth step
-- Longing for you
and
no one else…
somewhere between early august and
auburn leaves you took that
softly swirling feeling, that
succubus whip-lash sting,
away from her,
away from me
ii. monsters
there are monsters;
the wolf ran you down,
little rabbit, as we were
running through the forest.
i followed blood trails and
pieces of fluff from your tail
to the shores of our
imaginations, now nightmares.
the full moon cackles madly at me.
iii. the countess
some saintly figure,
standing solemn in the forest,
soft light lighting the lectern
from which he reads from a
book entitled,
“demonology.”
iv. air
i am near sighted.
they told me my night vision
was pretty shitty, but with these
lenses i would see better.
it’s still pretty fucking dark.
v. perennial
death has forgotten me
vi. linen litter
i lay here, left
along a foxhole in
the love-laid laundry
you’re leaving.
vii. remembrance
“And with pursed lip sorcery
quell the maelstrom
inside your head.”
viii. orpheus
we laid like lions beneath the breeze,
shifting paws and purring yawns,
you listened to my love-lyre serenades
we soon became rabbits running from wolves;
in the furrows of the forest, i lost you,
you had sold yourself to the snakes
all of you will weep for me
i turned hell itself against death,
Hades himself wept for me.
listen to me now, love, it is time for you to come home
but it is here where i walk now,
that knowing i will not look back
for you cannot be there
Hades calls to me, she will not follow
why is it my Eurydice, why is it
that you have forsaken me?
ix. the gravel road
“run”
x. geis
we left, in full flight,
our chariots charging across the fields.
my foot was pierced--
what brooding this brooch would bring?
none for we knew all and nothing
my charioteer and i did see
along the road, the daughters three,
we didn’t know it then;
i ate the hound in me
i left this life later at the battle.
three pointed spears,
the king of charioteers,
lord of horses, and me
only when the raven’s perched
you will know i am gone
xi. silently/answers
the blankets were not enough..
all these sheep, and i have failed as a shepherd.
so i will sink back to the bitter weeds
from which i came;
we will leave the answers untamed.
no longer will you bathe in the dim light
of my pastel soul,
so i will sink back to the bitter weeds
i will forever be trapped in the doorway
the window sill,
the drafty house--
xii. prophecy
oh little prince,
happy birthday
to
you
xiii. the thirteenth step
-- Longing for you
and
no one else…