Lost in body,
love’s chains tie us down.
Lost in flesh,
bone-chilling frosts blanket the world.
Lost in desire,
sins are strangled, begging for one more breath.
Lost in love,
crawling on our bellies, we claw our way to the light.
Episode 73 – Superstar
Man is no more than
shadows
upon the surface,
washed away
with the slightest
tilt of Earth,
false prophets
flashing by
one by one
by one.
Without danger,
Man becomes
just man,
weak,
frightened,
dangling from the edge.
His power reverts
to pimples
and insecurities,
leaving emptiness
for all those who
loved Him.
No prince to the rescue.
Only shadows.
Episode 72 – Who Are You?
In your house
I find
comfortable chairs,
banquet tables,
family.
In mine
empty rooms,
dark corridors,
and desperate
hunger.
Episode 71 – This Year’s Girl
Bleeding,
on sheets
so clean
I smell the rain.
Barefoot,
at the picnic
even the serpent
is happy to see me.
Beckoned
by your smile,
flowers spill
across my skirt.
Buoyed
by your memory,
I float
upon the surface.
Episode 70 – Goodbye Iowa
I am pieces
of many things –
metal
and heat,
flesh
and dandelions,
a potion of breath
and diversity.
In grief I swelter,
sorting through lies,
confusing evil with disguise.
Parental love
imprisons, protects.
I am released
only in death,
holding tight to the silk
from your hair.
My only truth.
Episode 68 – A New Man
Late night friendship
undefined,
wind blown,
hands entwined.
Cast a spell,
start out slow.
Altered reflection,
secrets explode.
Delicate magic,
soft eyes closed.
Red petals plucked
from a single rose.
Episode 67 – Doomed
Man is made of blood, a child merely bones.
If the earth shakes beneath us, do we feel less alone?
Doomed is our connection, tired of fighting in the dark.
Protect my heart from bleeding, always falling apart.
Though on fire when I’m with you, I must send you away,
throw myself upon your sword. Love hurts, as they say.
My coat, it is the color of my oft broken heart,
bleeding secrets between us, always falling apart.
Episode 66 – Hush
Shadows
in the clock tower,
frightened girls
who cannot scream.
Without voice,
intimacy becomes language.
Hideous
is the face of silence.
One noise,
a volcano
in the quiet of a mind.
The clock strikes one
and steals our hearts,
cutting them
from the chest
with knives so sharp
that, though we die,
the pain remains.
Only a song
can save us.
Episode 65 – Something Blue
If hate could kiss,
would it be beautiful?
If love would last,
could it be kind?
* * *
Scent of past love lingers,
clinging like lace against my skin,
tattoos of pain no one can see,
intimate like a friend, like a torturer,
intimate like a friend, like a kidnapper,
intimate like a friend, like an executioner.
The scent of love lingers.
Episode 64 – Pangs
I am vengeance.
I am justice.
I am a hole in the heart of the world.
Give me comfort,
pie and yams,
family to watch over me.
I am a knock at the door.
I am the enemy,
but never the one you expect.
Give me strength.
Give me story.
There is much to be thankful for.