follow the poolside shadows
Venus of Delphi
daughter of bitter waves
peek through the peephole
of my glaucous thorax
open your byzantine eyes and
spurn your locomotor ataxia
one glance at our vitreous hands
– a sight for blind sore eyes
one brush of our riveted lips
– gone astray in malformations
one ponderous confession later
– immaterial as a shadow of the lash
let the weeping corpuscles lie
swarm and jostle in the grotto
rattle and blather away our days
I’ll wait for your recriminations
fall asunder under your touch
fastidious in my entomology
let the bouquet glide downstream
the scytheman is still in his kingdom
then we rejoice in endless daze
the lingering beaten with bravura
I wake up,
I sit down,
The loop goes ever on and on.
I realize, at last,
That all this time I’ve wasted
Has dissolved to nothing, melted away.
My hands, they wither,
My soul decays,
I gain no insight,
I lose more hope.
Time, it keeps moving
But still nothing, nothing.
What’s the point of me?
All I do is breathe and breathe, and breathe.
Waste precious space of someone who’s worthy,
Forget my plans, all I’ve worked for
Only to realize I’ve become the locomotor,
I’m the screw.
I’m the wrench.
I’m the wire.
I’m the mundane.
I’m the withered.
My hopes disillusioned,
My aspirations a joke.
I lie here terrified.
Stagnant.
Motionless.
Breathing.
Still breathing,
Still barely breathing.