Push
In the beginning of this
journey the road lies ahead
in shock waves of pride, deserts
stretching either side.
Wait silent or paralysed
or at very least some inertia,
if you close your eyes and
believe, she’s still there,
old words, love’s little gifts,
heady memories, strong
her voice whispers in your
head, although she’s gone.
Oh, how black burns these
first solitary steps. Ironic;
companionship would help
to shoulder it, so gather in,
feel her distant messages
sting with pity or contempt,
what love there was you
spent, but feel in your pocket
for any loose change; solo
pennies you once disdained
would pay bailiff, stay an
execution, forestall more pain.
So, come mountains, come
tundra, trail blaze in fury
the cliffs ahead; curse
instead, score her ulcerous face,
afflict blind barren seedbed
that she will never settle,
peck out her eyes, you
ravens. Howl, laugh and heckle
choices made, let slip the
dogs of your one sided war,
taste victory in her contorted
deadbolt locking of doors.
No sense questioning in
which direction any future lies:
arrow straight path and deep,
yet twist then look back
downstream anyway; all
ifs, buts, perhaps. Trade gifts,
seal imaginary rifts,
where a bridge never spans a cliff.
A haggler selling echoes,
hustling air, ghost bargaining
with impassive monolith
hardened beyond any softening.
Push on. Circling like
vultures, black horizons beckon.
Push on. Trudge weary foot
by foot, second by second.
Push on. Bound each all
sides in fall, tunnel precipice.
Push on. Breast storm,
seek scorn, womb in the abyss.
Turn stars above, in your
arcs preach all mock meaning,
push, now push maiden earth,
your wretch is screaming.
At the end of this journey
the beaten road leads back,
still navigable, it
ribbons in soft becoming canal tracks.
Only flesh remains. A
facsimile, now lit by older spirits
in a blitzed Berlin of mocking
silhouettes, she spindrifts,
never now existed,
whatever was once yours is forgot
and all you push for gone
in the stitches you dropped.
nice Mr. Pedro!
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Thank you - much appreciated. Sure - I'll look into it after I've finished my current piece.
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