I give you my patience
And it forgets about me
My lingering sadness
Frets about me
And your vision
Shines through another screen
That rectifies no hour
To hold on to you
A moment I cannot see
For you’re silencing me
Drifting, I shall not reward
I shall depart
And this too shall not be felt.
Tag: lingering
Tax Man (day 1051)
I’ve marched here across my anchored points
Delivering pain to sinister few.
The tax man has come,
And he’s collected from me.
Now I’m delivering antisocial notes
With expressed tones,
Lingering intonations,
Fingering about my fretting tongue.
Gathering my fees, I’m straddling.
Marching and lifting and leaving.
And condemning, loudly condemning
The unspoken children, gallantly smiling.
So leave me here if you’ve forgotten your manners.
I’m not ancient, I’m not sunken deep.
Present and lofty and collecting a fee,
The tax man has come, and he’s fixin’ for souls.
Deft Thoughts (day 1046)
I was an angel;
Struggling against purpose,
Harboring desire
Deep within action words
That you could not hear,
You could not feel,
You could not understand…
But we floated
I was an angel;
Distracting minute details
Into synchronicity,
Juggling and balancing
And crawling beside
Straight lines
Wish-washing my roads
With gravel timelines..
Dirty bloody knees
I was an angel
Singing my love-rich song
With arrows and soft colours
Diluting my expression
Like overcast clouds
On damp, dreary days.
Long words lingering on,
Left behind in old thoughts.
Lingering (day 1031)
It came and left;
Brought no shame.
Did not add
To my name,
Nor flow with
My bulging ebb;
My jive.
I didn’t wave,
Nor shed a tear.
Forever remains
A lingering stain.
Empty Bottles (day 292)
I have spent the day in a bucket of sorrow
Milking my wounds with spikes in the head
Perhaps the longer I look at my reflection in the mirror
The smaller the glare will be
Would it make sense if I chopped a little off the top?
Then I’d let the steaks burn just a little longer
To sear away the pain left lingering
Like the smell of clothes after a night out
Drops of laughter echo through the closed eyes
Into the open palms of wrinkled skin
Weathered like the sin I ate in my sleep
Like the sin I slept on in the night
When I crashed down, reminiscent of childhood
Riding fast along the single-track trails
Head first over the handlebars into the overgrown grass
Secret steps I’ve tripped over ever time
Empty bottles left behind the bed
