Tell me how it feels to love
I want to know, is it like the movies?
Is it gentle and rough?
I drink from the fountain of romantic words
Wells hinder the ducted propeller
On love's odyssey
The rope of lethargy slowly frays
Twisted into pretty moon shapes I made
From the glowing umbrage I always seem to feel
Chipping away at the Achilles heel
I am an empty house, all the lights are out
The jewels have been passed down as heirlooms
I watch over them, refusing to make ten foot tall accusations
In abandoned train stations
I think to myself, when the firmament grows black
My faith, it could never brake like a chain
I wear it like a smile for the sun
New flowers growing
My pockets are filled with crunchy almonds
Dollars for the jazz man
With eldritch ghosts in my cranium
I see lovers kissing in parks, horned vipers
Pissing in rivers, all the rivers in the world
Those same old cloudy vitamins
Behind hands
Expecting to get down to the root cause
The pin's passed through the end of the axle
To keep the wheel in position like the swan king
Parcels are ordered, parcels arrived
Neatly wrapped in boxes I cast aside
Like the eyes of nuns with metaphors on their tongues
I have no self control, but I'm working on it
Working on the road
Desperately needing to be fixed
My love for this gift called life is rapidly increasing like a wildfire
Leaving me wondering why I ever wanted to die in my darkest hour
Why I wanted to take the final pill and go onto somewhere different
Somewhere more remote, to the place where angels go
Somewhere more attainable
Why I wanted to follow you down the path into seasons
I don't think I'm quite ready for my death
I haven't prepared for my final goodbyes
Haven't decided what I want my last meal to be
Because I'm indecisive like a never ending sea of contradictions
All I've seen are quick flashes, photos, and old memories
My life is non-linear, in conversations
Not concerning truths
Got my foot in my mouth
Painter of nature
Haven't added the final brushstrokes to my painting
Oscillating filaments
If I were to put my money on it
I'd bet the locksmith is a gambling disciple
Holding many regrets, with wooden spoon legs
I took the coconut kernel and silence was drummed into me
I shudder to think how loud my thoughts are
Patched up with bearskin, in towns in Padua
Drinking with fish from Gave d'Oloron
Drinking sixfold in the foxhole
By the byway
I had sussed out what's nebulous
At sixteen I was introduced to Vlaminck's
Mashed potato alcohol
Drunk, sunburnt, I collapsed, was rescued by heroes
In daisy fields they found me like a kouros time has forgotten
Whispering about silent things where the table comes to a blunt end
Laughing at little things when I was nineteen
I took a leaf out of Jesus' book
Everyone in the cherry house has eaten their hanging fruit
Rubbed their genies, and has a good reason to talk
With arches draped across our faces
In displays of self-satisfaction
I gad about, I go the long haul
I throw four-letter words around
Built my ship from the ribcage of seventy
In my attempt to escape reality
I picked pearls, I picked shells
Dug through the soil to the bedrock
I claw through jargon, but no one noticed
It was daylight robbery, inscrutable in every way
The vested interest no longer exists
The unfortunate casualty of life is bleeding out
Paper flowers in the fairy land
Honey is dripping from the imperial red lips of Ariel
Of Dahlia, with the deportment of a bohemian vagabond
With stony broke tear glands and pressure on the lungs
I lay on the spring grass and the heather
Absorbing prisms of light
On a bevelled edge
The night lets out a terrible cry
The wound won't heal, time is an avalanche
Locked in a sanctum with death blows and murmuring echoes
I wend my way through the city following the singing thrush
The music coming from the tyran't belly
Wound up at the lake
Between the hills in the valley
The lanterns escaped before the drought
I left my pride with the fox, graffiti on the walls
Warm to the touch, I gave my body to the gods
My shining golden armour is burnished
But doesn't hold off your words
They cut deeper than swords
So tell me
Tell me how it feels
How it feels to love
Tell me that you want me
So I'm not left wondering
Wondering
How it feels to love.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 22nd, 2020 17:26
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 56
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