Memory, the Annihilation in Darkness Haunts
Memory, the annihilation loop in darkness haunts…
this night…a hammer
old, gun barrel cold
weight of a baby’s head, less a hair
gripping death, tempered fire punching steam
subtle, dangerous, good in a raucous romp
popping rivets like teeth, swinging drunk love
snatching glimpses, mid swing
of faces drawn flush
against the swaying light
silence beating in slow agony
across the stillness
where striking, east and west spark
and time rolls thick like reckless rain
into the mouths of valleys
drowning the sun
droplets on a cool damp night
Memory, the annihilation loop in darkness haunts…
this night…(shh!) inside voice!
blue compress, lips snatched shut
pouting eyes blueberry wild
tongue, smoke and honey
held in sweet repose
we walk in broken solitude
trying not to decompose
the glass beneath our step
cracking delicate the art of tranquility
veritable truth, gnarled and bent
it is something to be nothing, is it not? (not nothing?)
but isn’t that
…something!?
Memory, the annihilation loop in darkness haunts…
this night…the dead sing
our names into the book of dust
canto de la Muerte
where deep below the blackbird bower
gust and gale mischief tower
tears in scars our blood devour
symphony made of silence…
this night…I hate this place
the edges
the thin line between us
calm water, languid moon
through the Strait of Abacus
ripple razor narrow, shaving time
the morrow’s rage
limbs tangled, we roll in black sea
like a clutch of eggs
on water floor, tumble
into memory…
Copyright © Mat Ignacio | Year Posted 2024
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