I am reluctant to say it again--
The maiden voyage of that ship
crashed
headlong into the pier
foolishly expected to house it.
These thoughts
now bivouacked behind this
iron smile
betray their allegiance to
my better judgment--
(deserters to a cause
long lost)
some slinking down my throat
to churn up enough bile
to easily effect their liberation--
Others echo in my ears
pounding with my pulse
violently enough to shatter their
silent prison.
The remnant few
have stowed away in my brain,
seeking solace in the
relentless sobriety
of my thoughts.
This steel grin is a proper prison
for these turbulent words--
the Bastille for the
reverberations of this
cavernous heart,
the cell to house the resounding cries of
Idealistic Nature
and those who would deride him.
I conceal these frailties
in this fortress.
(a herd surrounding the feeble and
ill amongst it-
{the predators will ultimately
drive them from their midst}
they encircle the invalid few
out of an odd allegiance to kind;
to cause--
to calamity)
I shall be undone
by a word when the world ends.
The floodgates will open
to purge these tenuous tenants
of my subconscious--
and the ravenous hoards
of your eager ears
will engulf my advancing discourse...
those derelict thoughts
that I have stranded on shores of my Coeur
will be enfolded in the comforting caress
of your consideration.
Lips to ears,
this awkward kiss
is the mess we make when
rational thought falters.
The sojourn of these syllables
is short.
(breath is fleeting)
Wrapped up in a whisper
this tongue-tied oblivion
masquerading as a profound moment
leaves me tethered to the thoughts
I am sure to drown in.
The Captain Must
Go Down
With The Ship.
~$~