Twist and turn,
in shallow vain,
a curl of spine,
borrow thoughts
and discarded memories.
Take my flesh and taste
my sins the bitter sweet
tang of dissolutions sadness.
Come take part in crimes bitter sublime,
waste a way in this my mind's mansions.
Take away her bright emerald eyes
a memory of lost.
Twist and turn deep my spine
the memories of yesterday
today tomorrow and the spaces between
Curl deep and seep away in shallow graves
Categories:
dissolutions, allegory, allusion, analogy, angst,
Form: Free verse
Another January one, another set of firm resolutions
Come February one, another set of gooey dissolutions
Categories:
dissolutions, hope, new year,
Form: Epigram
Long-ago classmates, we’ll spend
the evening recalling ourselves
before we became
antique – back in the academic
stomp of caffeine all-nighters, pop
quizzes, scrabble games laced
with words from Chaucer’s time,
a mixture of tongues across
bloody waters; straddling borders
before things got settled into
nations, currencies, standardized
spelling and our own
marriages, divorces, and
dissolutions.
Those good old nail-bitten days
we’d never want to relive
except as history –
gathered for just one evening
in memory.
Categories:
dissolutions, age, memory, school, time,
Form: Free verse