A Pedantic Note

I’ve returned the Like/Reblog buttons to posts. Some folk were able, through the Reader on WP, to Like anyway, so might as well let everyone. You’ll have to go into a Post, though, by clicking on its title from the homepage, before the Like button and # of likes shows up.

FYI.

Sandpaper Blue

My words like fine sandpaper make the grace of your eyes a discomfiture of knowing lesser known things

Walking the fine line between cradled sensuousness and raving insanity

We tend to our flowers better than they do

But had we our wishes, they would be gone of us and no more

Than utter nuisance to the wind, how it shall seem, that nary their children will remember them

And even then, forget, to hold dear the tears in their eyes as they wept sleeping in cavernous burrows of dirt and filth

How some crave the modern way while others yearn for a mote of substance

Heightened to a fine point, the subject strays too far, and I am wondering once again: Who am I?

How came I to be here?

And when may I leave?

Please, let me know, when the ship is due East for its final voyage

So that I may board it, without belonging, without family, without friend or foe

Nameless, lost at sea, and drowning in the nothingness of the blue…

They spoke in stars and waterfalls, in declining terrain and bespoke wisdom

In other words, they spoke not at all

But simply breathed, in the same room

The cavernous hotel lobby of their heart

In the dunes of your heart I steel my nerves for the next blow

No two kisses are alike

And tender does the wind blow when we leave

Each time I remember your touch

Each time I remember your nails digging into my skin

To a heart

of fire

there are but embers

in my hand

i hold your key

and you want

it back

but i resist

and we spout

argument

in the name

of self-righteousness

for one another

They blew you. they blew your mind and now they know you. oh, how they know you. they know your brothers and sisters and that time you stole candy. they know your socials, your deets, your dates and your locals. they know your heart.

don’t let it still you. you are a man. you are a woman. you are a child. you deserve this. you earned it.

never will the beat of their drums trump the march we go through every day. our lives are louder than their violence. our love is so great, so great…

make way for the future. make way for the dawn of every day you will ever see until you sleep, sleep delicately and at one with the universe. sleep, until dawn, until another trail…