Ablution

A Boy With Roses

Warm water washes over my naked body

Like diamonds, like sunshine

The droplets hit the ground and bounce

Went down the drain

I absorb it, don't feel as disfigured

Afterwards I forgot about my sins

Hailed Satan in the sapling's bole

Looked in the mirror

My eyes were like opal, like an ocean

I had woken in a Marianas Trench

I thought I was dreaming

For a second

 

Applied logic to the night

I done the crime, I done the time

Just a week ago I was juggling a million things

In extremis I pray to the Heavens

Like saprophyte

In extremis, can't help but be contrite

The oracle is always right

The oracle is always right

 

When I had the chance I should've ran                                                                       

Ran and never looked back                                                                                           

Now I feel like a dud                                                                                                             

A wise thought has nudged in like a fly                                         

A train on the track                                                                                               

Crashing through your lies                                                                                                           

With a polemic                                                                                                             

Tide against the brevity                                                       

I believe in the bedrock                                                                         

The moon is my pedagogue.

  • Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2020 08:33
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • FredPeyer

    X, I really enjoyed reading this poem. And what, may I ask, is the moon teaching you?

    • A Boy With Roses

      Cheers!! First of all, I'm not speaking about the moon literally in this case. The moon is a wise being and a poetic father figure, someone I admire for his superior intellect, who has been pretty instrumental in my journey as a poet since I left high school in 2015.



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