Sonnet 27 – Done With Love
This love is quizzical. This love’s bizarre.
And I have had enough. I’m through with you!
I’ll have no more long make-outs in the car,
despite the fact I’ve nothing else to do.
I’m sick of sunshine, let me have the dark!
And I won’t waste it holding to your hand
and letting you lead me around the park
like some poor dog you found. Give me dry land,
and not this ocean, not this salty sea.
I’m queasy; I could vomit up my heart.
And maybe if I did, you’d let me be
because I could not love without that part.
And still, I think you might pursue me yet…
No, I’ve moved on. With nothing to regret!
Sonnet 16
Love, let this moment live in memory.
Though in the darkest trenches of despair,
a pit deeper than death itself in thee,
your body worn and wrenched with disrepair,
don’t let your black tears fall without a cause.
For though the night seems endless now, the sun
will always shine anew, and without pause,
you may forget this sadness when it’s done.
But if you do, night will return again
and drown your heart in pain each time it does.
You must remember it! for that is when
you find the heaven-steps leading above,
and not the fickle stops that play relief.
Remember this: through sorrow, there is peace.
Sonnet 15
I wake from fevered drifting in the night,
my brain a torpid, aching clump of dust.
My eyes are heavy tumors without sight;
they ache as they go burning through the dusk
that smudges past the window. Flat and wide
the landscape reaches; we are left exposed
to hungry galaxies and winking skies
who threaten to consume our party whole,
which presently is made of flopping dolls
with whitened flesh that gleams between the greige.
I shrink with fear… but then my arms recall
their load, and I can recognize her face.
This realization frees me from alarm:
a guarding angel sleeps between my arms.
Light and Dark
When solving quarrels, some prefer the light;
Some stay in the dark.
If talking seems to stop the fight
then let those people choose the light.
But as for me, I must remark
that distance and a lack of speech
can shade the issue in the dark
to let it sleep
and snuff the spark.
Sonnet 12
Bloody torrents grind between my ears,
screeching, throbbing. Fingers itch to break
and writhe in freedom. Seconds sire years
and sweat crawls over naked pulse-headache.
A door yawns open. Gasps of shadow-breath
sigh over me and faintly hiss my name.
“A prize awaits…” They coax me to their nest,
yet I’m alert to lurking guilt and shame
once darkness soaks my brain in inky black
and swelling shadows swallow up my eyes…!
I wake from doom-trance; I must turn my back
and free my will from illusory lies…
But feel the pressure freeze! It binds me fast—
O power this temptation has amassed!
Dark Drops
You turn from my hello.
I watch your spine.
A drop of darkness.
I wait for you, too long.
A blue fire carries me to sleep.
A drop of darkness.
I see her hanging on you – a parasite.
You like your blood being sucked away.
A drop of darkness.
I learn sideways what you have done.
As you pass, you smile.
A drop of darkness.
I finally ask about the past.
You deny all feeling.
A drop of darkness.
Your facade falls and you come clean.
Words buzz my ears and itch my skin.
A drop of darkness.
At last,
I learn the truth about forever.
But
when it all comes to light,
these dark drops I’ve collected
are enough to blot it out.
My eyes stay dry.
I turn from your goodbye.
You watch my spine.
My cup is full.
Sonnet 10
Confusion makes me stop and hold my head.
Destructions self-aimed flood my sullied mind.
I’m moments from the pain known by the dead
and ages from the bliss known by the blind.
The spinning of the world obscures the scale
of judgment; gravity cannot decide
which way is up or down, and still more frail
are human versions of the side-to-side.
And I am trapped between the darkest light
and brightest shadow, each posing as gray.
Still after fighting horrors of the night,
I face a fierce apocalyptic day.
All simple love has perished from the face
of man; a senseless hatred stole its place.
