sun slips down early

time drips liquid ticking
no roof over our heads
no phones, another equinox past
there is a haze somewhere
between those smiles and the sun
strong and slowly fading smokes the sunset mauves
you ride those clouds somewhere
like kids caroming down staircases
out in the bouncy cold driven exotic wonderland spirals
i’m taking that with me
for later by the fireside where fireflies dance
there may be a wisp of another world

sometimes it flickers at angles
driven up by the heat and smoky up
inaccessible bygone highs
while the world ends
lying there in sunday morning tears
looking at yesterday’s crying eyes
i wish this was the beautiful end
on the beach with nothing
cradling soft, newborn flesh
as the turnstiles come crashing
as the tidal waving ocean turns to ice
and we ice-skate the only seconds there ever were
and disappear

proud wasted heart
a winter fire’s warmth craves your face
illume the perfection nighttime dream song
this could be hope losing dear wonder of crazy dying delirium captured snow globe scenic postcard finish line
you give up everything and slowly diminish into scene
still scrambling up mountainside scree and other memories

now this saturn is serious
grinding in new clockwork metal scraped slots
still glimmering in some new constellation like form
i sit out some nights
still and listen to night creatures and see things
far off lands of cries and howls and vicious foreign delight
screeching to stay in these ruts
time tumbles down in disappearing pieces
hot dripping sense falls misunderstood
in cold hard tombstone scripts
stolidly sensitive breaks the night
bleak tears my being to the wind
and blown out gypsy ash now
slowly disintegrates you somewhere

i feel you breathing, on a lake somewhere
you see an empty bare pallid plain
like a field of watery wheat
the absence gloaming
ashes linger in the sad smoking night left behind
that incredulous night of aching pulpy decomposition
gasping, fighting, needle injected adrenaline red hot desperation
running hard into the night

precious gone too soon
and the acorns litter near me
go afar raging wind long and deep
eternity glares in stone eyes
watching yourself weather away
what things to see there
wild rainbows in the night sky
wondering if spring will ever come

once in a long while, forgotten kings and queens


~ by thomas conant on October 28, 2013.

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