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Counting Down

Feed me to the dogs of Forgotten Hell
Count to 30 behind closed eyes
send my remains in rags – nothing else
matters more no longer now.

Count to 20 behind closed eyes.
Where are we and who am I
no longer can the Fates disguise. Hear
the shuttering speed of my mind’s divide –
attention held but dropped and bruised
throughout Rejected Time.

Count to 10 behind closed eyes.
A dream tonight given to a blind mind
and how I dare to dream you close
and remember the poses so of two bodies
greatly intertwined.

13 Septemeber

Lee Lei lo!

O’ for the chance of
sur-prise, holding
stalling the sight of
sense, blinding
boundaries!

Stand a-front, young
inexperience soldier!
Beyond this station is room not for you, but
for your shadow presence
is required.

Lee lei lo!

Gone away to a place
with an invisible name, but
one which flowered the mind.

Upon my way, a soldier
soldiered on, still. While he
could not, his shadow grew
tall and large and small and square.

Lei lo,
the stench remains,
reminds the mind of humanity
was once a mere step away
from these steps.

lo

Here reminds
a forgotten mound, still.
Whose shadow turns up and down,
curves and curving until
the tail meets the end.

Near Empty Bar Stools

Passage of time
marked by drinks and the
clinking of glasses being cleaned.

My mind far from my eyes.
My eyes far from my mind.

I think I met you when you were young
but I’m not sure if that was me all so long ago,
or that you’d be the shade whom I stand across from now.
I never thought I’d still know you now, or how I still
smile murmuring your name.

Quell my brain who
barrages me with thoughts of truth!
I’m not as strong as it claims to be, so
can some soul tell me the sick, sadistic
pleasure it gives me with pictures and
scenes that taunt my eyes and which
hungers the heart – reminding of the standing
echoes.

Diluted poison, a heavy taste of
amber reassures the bones that it won’t
feel the dull pain much longer. Clogs my
pores, pouring another glass – don’t stop me
as I swallow a newer death sentence.

Anything, to hope to distract me and my mind
from my brain.

20 June

Farewell to love once pure,
hello to an edge which
slices the heart, forcing its innards to stale
in the rain, swallowing the wind and
paling in the night. Forgotten.
Ruined.

Visions of you failing,
of crumbling at the knees
from poison fed by delusional
dreams pierce my mind at lightning’s pace.
No, this is not how love ought
to be. The thought of you running
from me into the arms of
petty jealousy.

You deserve better than me.
You need perfection to mold with yours
not this weak excuse of something
akin to innocence once pure.

But wait, before you part and
before I falter, I still
crave for you to
part with your current circumstances
and be the best that I see you to be.

Written on a Paper Napkin (Or, Untitled Poem II)

After the moment ends and the silence has blackened the ears of the living;

After the creation of eternity from the multitude of moments locking into place;

After the forever after ends and all that remains is a period to mark the spot

of where young dreams used to lie tight in bed at night.

Never know after the after more,

to deserted cafes and revolution dreams.

To a time where time felt fine and where you knew what I meant.

To a time where I wasn’t afraid of what I dreamt.

Back to a place where I was what I knew

and back to a place where life seemed true.