Part 1
I’ll revel
in the moment
when my brother
has a son,
single life –
I do not wish
to go on.
Dislocated
dislocation,
a puppet with
bones were I –
a skeleton with eyes
I bow.
And my crown
cut from my body
and used
as
a
heavy weight
to sink ships
and crush
the coral reef
whilst
the epidemic feeds.
On the fishes
under rocks in disguise,
some without mothers –
some younger than others –
some in a blitzkrieg war
of their own.
And its crazy
to say
but they’re drowning,
its crazy to see
that they’re buffering –
like all things nowadays,
is that what we do
when we’re sleeping?
When we’re weeping,
I expired and lost my voice
…
G’night
Part 2
I am different
than in the deadly heat
of one month ago.
Still –
suffocating
as I was before my
summer in love.
I see dusk
outside my window
and new flowers opening
after reincarnation –
forgetting death.
The loose petals
that have bitten the dust
are sewn –
into a secure bouquet
and await the growth
of the amazon
where they meet.
In a virtual Brazil,
a place full of unwell wit.
A raid on future life
like I had never felt depression.
A raid on future life
considered paralysis –
and dare I say a luxury.
Pencil prescriptions –
milligrams seen as
a number of hierarchy,
the enthusiastic support
is not enough to
sedate me,
as I’m catapulted
into another test.
Septic tears
serve to bribe
through paralytic times,
feeding the veins –
splitting the crust
on sewer waters.
Contamination
at it’s strongest in
my darkest hour,
with nothing more
than a silver spoon beside
my bed.
My reflection –
obsolete.
zack Robinson
utterly captivating – i adore
Comment by Stephanie Luka on 18 January, 2018 at 8:59 am