Month: December 2014

magnetar1:

I find me stretched along the road; no glories, only darkness.
Lying supine in a gutter – It has been a long lasting romance.

No words to reflect the grave that is waiting for me, Outside.
It’s not the grave itself  that waits, but cold, nervous feelings.

Sleeping all day, I drink at night to wealth of the imagination.
It grows richer, but only as I drift – I’m a drifter, now, alone.

No family to tempt me with mounting seasons of guilt or fear.
I’ve become sediment against their portents, weathered & raw.

I see through intoxicated pores, into churning chasms below.
Stripped bare of all promises & covered in the demon’s skin.

I’m assured if I go deeper my mind might not survive the trip.
Trading bottle for pipe, or whatever assures my twining head.

This Earth no longer binds me to it & I’m becoming unafraid.
I’ll wear my new skin, proudly, as that of a dragon or a worm.

The idea of her waiting, dark mistress who bequeaths the loam.
Even as her seed gives me visions, I must return it to her & go.

Subterranean wilderness held by towering mountains of space.
Slowly I climb out; reaching for distant stars, recovering orbit.       

Howling winds around me, I cling to some mysterious center.
Observance of wakefulness on the other side of a sleeping state.

No longer burdened with the Earth’s core, but something else.
A prolonged spasm I’m learning to control, forcibly unregretted.