Papa-Juksweet (Ww, a Man Who Never Made It From Flankers)
I often wished I knew then
How to save you from the thing
That stalked our vision
And haunted us into perfidy
I often wished
I had not been webbed so much
With the drive
To make something of it
I would have seen you clinging to me
For more than the casual
Need of friendship
Those days all the little tracks we walk
Kept ending in the same place
The mounds and mounds of piling sand
The hourglass like Sisyphus laboring
And you frantic
In the empty trenches
Amidst the ruin of our invisible war
I did not understand
Until one of our own imprisoned you
For the ashtray dimes in his car
I saw the albatross descending then
It's bleeding wings a sure omen
And then you wandered from your mind
Miles and miles of dessicated wilderness
And there was no Jordon nor John
And no place for my love to stand
As the void swallowed you.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2010
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