The End

I

 

You were saying something profound about God’s temper as it applies to drug abusers. I was wearing that yellow/green flannel frown you gave me last Christmas (to see if you’d notice).  I remember the quake-jolt so clearly because there were big orange paper pumpkins swinging from the ceiling of that discount disaster shelter. The tidal wave was nearing the pristine shoreline. 70% chance of pain. I’ve never fully trusted numbers or blondes.

 

II

 

Background noise of the mob sounds like a derailed train. No free WiFi signal in the frozen marble hall, but I use my laptop as a DVD player. Quoting that funny actor with the thick beard has been your favorite conversational trapdoor for years. A monochrome ghost calls me into the abyss. I’d let you hold my laughter if I could find your hands in this dark oaken blur.

 

III

 

Somehow, I always knew I would end this way. You look so cold framed in your blue silk blouse. I think of those times we barely made it, and wish I could cry into your chest. Gavel splits my skull with sniper precision. Liquid loneliness has swallowed the entire skyline. I was your hillside mansion. Now, I am just worm-ridden driftwood tossed on a careless tide. Each time I reach for the shore it vanishes.         

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

"I was wearing that yellow/green flannel frown you gave me last Christmas (to see if you'd notice)'. great line..
I love your poetry thus far. It is deep but not the kind of deep that leaps over your, or some of our heads.
Much heartache within these lines as i read it and a wonderful poem.

Chloe

[Maurice]

A powerful write indeed.

[Frank F. Atanacio]

wow I can read throough the lines and feel the obession with passion and violence.. well written my friend

[Jeff]

Interesting piece! Especially the third part.

[cfix]

Such a powerful sarcastic write. Love it.
Nicely written

[Jas Alejandrino Ramos]

a deep, dark and interesting poem:)

[What happened to simple..]

'in this dark oaken blur.

III

Somehow, I always knew I would end this way.' Incredible

[MuSe Ampoule]

You're works are always like a bad break up on top of the "World's Tallest Ferris Wheel"....heart wrenching but can't knock the view.

There is nothing you do that I can't feel burning in my guts or see burned into my vision for days. Love tripping with you...I mean taking trips with you... :D

[E.H. Monroe]

The I was and now I'm not feel of this is downright suffocating.
This is depression and break up day on WC. You b******s need some flowers and candy.
The simplest of things turn into what you remember and what you remember is pain incarnate.

F*****g A

[Kerry O'Connor]

Wow! You have taken the sarcastic humour up another notch in the opening sections of this piece - biting, even by your standards, and then balance it with an emotional pathos in the final section, which reveals so clearly the humanity of the speaker. I understand the intellect of this imagination but the ability to place the correct words on paper to express it, is nothing short of brilliance.