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[poetryandoldermen]

LATE NIGHT, SMALL TALK

Last night I talked to God

You often mentioned it helped you

Well

He called me sinner

I called him failure

And I guess that ended it

Nobody likes to hear the truth

On second thought

I should've known it'd be like this

From the moment he allowed your soul

To find shelter in some other body

When I grew myself for you

(It'd be fine had you outgrown me

But not to even have a chance

At having you inside me -)

Last night I talked to God

He called me failure

I called him sinner

And we both left the conversation

Feeling kinda superior

And kinda small

And I must tell you, Sammy

That talk did nothing for me

Except fortifying my faith in you

[poetryandoldermen]

THE HORIZON OF COLLAPSE

In the breaks between peace and quiet

Swollen ribs are learning how to laugh

With rusty teeth

Wasp nest in the mouth

And cultured look

The ribcage learns how to lie

Until glossy fingers get broken by knocking

Glass learns how to be a mirror

And it falls to west to play east

So fooling the sun

The ribcage is learning how to lie

The ribs are learning how to laugh

[poetryandoldermen]

MARY, DID YOU KNOW

That your sons are bigger than the

Mountains?

Their spines: whole ranges, stretching

Through the country wide and deep.

Their hands: spanning lakes

Equally capable of blessing with calm and warmth

And as unforgiving as the flood.

Their hearts: vulcanoes.

Did you hope,

While pregnant and young and loved,

Did you ever hope that the monsters

Will forget all about you,

If you'd but hold your family closer?

Mary, did you get to watch,

From the great beyond,

How they grew into everything

You wished you wouldn't see in them?

One thing they did inherit from you:

Love.

Mary, did you know

That their love will tear them apart,

Tear the world apart,

And bind it back together even more tightly?

Did you ever dream of that, Mary,

Of two young men

Embodying the whole of nature,

Equally terrifying and beautiful?

While you were young yourself,

Loved, ignorantly blind,

Did you ever think to fear

Your sons becoming bone and bond and blood of this land?

[poetryandoldermen]

LOOK, HOW BETWEEN OUR FINGERS

The world stands still.

We hid the embryo of peace

Between the journals and crosses,

Covered it up with blood and begging -

Do the old gods of void still accept

Sacrificed children?

I sacrificed my childhood long ago,

But I'm still a brother, still

A child in so many ways,

Even more precious now for all

My failings.

Would you accept me?

Look, how between our breaths

The warm mist rises, salty air of

Your tears mixed with mine,

The last of you I'll get to taste in this life.

Sometimes I think,

In that dark long night, I should've

Lost an eye at least.

From then on, I held you,

All I ever needed to know in this world.

How could I know your beaty and still

Have all my eyes, all my limbs?

Look, how between us

Remains nothing.

Air itself flees.

Ever since I remember, I filled

Myself with you, running from

The horror vacui of my everyday presence.

Now, only you remain.

The world will stand still

Until we look again, how between

Our fingers there is life once more.

[poetryandoldermen]

BRIDGES

OR HOW SUSPENDED CONCRETE CHANGED ME

It's naturally, really.

How for the final time we meet on a bridge.

It's where we got ourselves back together again,

not a bridge very much similar to this one,

Yet so very different.

For ages you've been a bridge for me,

the final strand between everyday mortality and

everyman morality

everything I was supposed to be to anyone but you.

You've been my humanity,

the all-important connection to undiluted persistence

of right.

And all I was is a warped construction,

barely tethering you and Dad,

you and the rest of my world.

In those rusty metallic screaming years

a dying synapsis hooked into a system of iron,

Irony filling my throat with your name –

How was I to carry you all broken and poisoned and wrong?

Again, you showed the way,

coating me with concrete of your love until my chains

turned to reinforcement bars

and I was strong enough for us again.

After all the years.

A bridge, you and I.

[poetryandoldermen]

SAY GOOD NIGHT, NOW

Since before we knew the words

for each other

You were the Sun. You were brightness.

you were sweetness and sunlight on my tongue

and honey in my throat and

twinkling, tinkling laughter of spring rain

on morning soft grass.

And I was happy to cradle you.

For the Sun to exist there needs to be

the Void. The Night.

warm and all-forgiving and all-encompasing

Darkness.

And so we circle,

Nameless,

Neverending.

Open my eyes and you're here.

Close your eyes and I'm here.

It's time to say good night, now.

I'll just keep mine closed for a bit longer.

Rest for a bit.

And when I open them

when you finally close yours

We'll be there.

Say good night, now.

No more nightmares.

No more hurt.

Just you, for me.

and when you fall asleep, it'll be

just me, for you.

And all will be right again.

[jarpadandjensens]

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