You Never Said Goodbye...
You never said goodbye...
No word, no sound.
Just drifted quietly inward
into dirty river blues,
wearing yesterday's
dark debris and murky weed
draped and drawn
upon your shoreline.
But your fixed frame, kept firm
laughing and lounging
at the edge of denial,
just waiting
to stake your claim among
your avid admirers.
You seem tired,
holding up integrity
bobbing and weaving
in ripples of green sickness
immersed,
in cloudy grey charcoal character.
- CLOSED OFF -
To freshwater rain and otherwise
a nuisance,
to wise and steady on-lookers.
Perhaps, you think
food for like-minded ship worms?
But more so a foundation decomposed,
yellow sand quickens, escapes time
like annual growth rings
eventually fade into echoes
of unforgiving labyrinth,
a muffled delinquent maze
attractions - distractions
it ‘s way too difficult to find my way
inside those irregular grooves
and unstable paths
I can't speak in silence-
You never said goodbye…
(Taken by the girl)
You took advantage!
She doesn’t sense
your cunning influence,
your feeble charms.
The snake is awake, she said-
You crawl and slither,
your underbelly calloused and torn,
you can’t stand in truth!
No, you lie cold and undetected,
submerged
in the recurring nightmare.
You rest in the dark cavity behind
absent black eyes-
Watch your step they said,
don’t provoke the nest, the predator
stings through broken teeth.
confusion catches caterpillars
before they bloom.
He’s got you in his mouth,
a mouth full of himself-
He's incapable of saying anything.
So, I'll say it for him-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2016
You never said goodbye...
No word, no sound.
Just drifted quietly inward
into dirty river blues,
wearing yesterday's
dark debris and murky weed
draped and drawn
upon your shoreline.
But your fixed frame, kept firm
laughing and lounging
at the edge of denial,
just waiting
to stake your claim among
your avid admirers.
You seem tired,
holding up integrity
bobbing and weaving
in ripples of green sickness
immersed,
in cloudy grey charcoal character.
- CLOSED OFF -
To freshwater rain and otherwise
a nuisance,
to wise and steady on-lookers.
Perhaps, you think
food for like-minded ship worms?
But more so a foundation decomposed,
yellow sand quickens, escapes time
like annual growth rings
eventually fade into echoes
of unforgiving labyrinth,
a muffled delinquent maze
attractions - distractions
it ‘s way too difficult to find my way
inside those irregular grooves
and unstable paths
I can't speak in silence-
You never said goodbye…
(Taken by the girl)
You took advantage!
She doesn’t sense
your cunning influence,
your feeble charms.
The snake is awake, she said-
You crawl and slither,
your underbelly calloused and torn,
you can’t stand in truth!
No, you lie cold and undetected,
submerged
in the recurring nightmare.
You rest in the dark cavity behind
absent black eyes-
Watch your step they said,
don’t provoke the nest, the predator
stings through broken teeth.
confusion catches caterpillars
before they bloom.
He’s got you in his mouth,
a mouth full of himself-
He's incapable of saying anything.
So, I'll say it for him-
- J. Circosta, Tiny Poet, 2016
