Silence

THE DAY PEERS INTO ME,
STARES INTO ME,
REACHES DAGGERS AND TWISTS INTO ME,
ALL RATHER UNASSUMINGLY.

THEN TEARS AND RIPS AND WRETCHES TRIUMPHANTLY,
TAKING YOUR MIDNIGHT CLOSER FROM ME.
NOW BIRTHED INTO A TUMOIL WORLD,
EVERY LAST GASP BLOODIED PIECE OF LANGUAGE,
WORDS VISIONS FOUGHT FOR FROM A TUMULT MIND,
SHREDDED AND SLICED BY THE SHARDS OF TIME.
FOR ME, AND YOU,
FROZEN MEANINGLESS, COLD SLO-MO,
ON AND ON FOREVER I GRIND AND GO.

ALL RIBBONS DANCED,
DOG'S DISTANT BORING BARK,
A DOVE FLIES, AN EAGLE SWOOPS,
LIFE GOES ON, A VIPER-SNAKE DROOPS.

ALL CLICHES SPENT, A LIFE SCAFFOLD COMES DOWN,
TO THIS?
DEHYDRATION,
DEGENERATION,
DEGRADATION,
ART AS MAIMED DIGNITY AND NAKEDNESS.

OBSSESS ON TRIVIA WIDE EYED TO EMPTY SCOLDING CORNERS,
EMPTINESS, FULLNESS DISPLACE THE BLAME,
A LIFETIME TO TIME AND A MOMENT TO DIE,
I SHALL NEVER BE OR EAT AGAIN.

HALF MAST BARELY FURLED DREAMS,
AS ALWAYS,
THE HALF-CUP NOW LEAKS,
ACCELERATES,
MITOCHONDRIA NOW SEEP AT A GATHERED RATE,
AND REVEAL TODAY MY ALWAYS KNOWN INSIGNIFICANCE,
BUT ONE LAST I PRAY.

FAINTLY WORRIED FAKE AND DANCE,
PARTIAL SMILES ARE THROWN CAST AND LANCED,
WE LOOK AT EACH OTHER EYES NEVER MEET,
WORDS ARE FORMED BUT NEVER GREET,
OR CHANCED,

NEVER THINK,
I NEVER THOUGHT,
ANYWAY,
OUT LOUD.

EMPTY ECHOS VOICES DIRECTLY SPEAK,
LIPS MOVE YET CONFUSE AND IRRITATE,
DOWN EMPTY CORRIDORS I PURSUE,
STRANGELY CALMING, I EXPECTED MORE,
ESPECIALLY AT THIS RANCID DOOR.

DREAMS EATEN BY LIVING LIFE,
BUT WITHOUT YOU THERE WOULD BE NOT DEATH.
IN THIS FUTILE FEVERED NOTHING LEFT.

HUMOUR'S SALVATION RECUES ME WITH EVER DECREASING CLARITY,
DROWNDING IN SHALLOWEST POETRY.

BEFORE THE SCAN YOU WERE GOING TO DIE,
CAN I HAVE YOUR RADIO I SMILED,
TODAY IS NOT A GOOD DAY,
TO DIE,
I CRIED.

YOU EMERGED WELL,
YOU DO NOT DIE,
AND THE RADIO IS LEFT TO LIE.