[the-wordslinger]

After the Rain

The roof sings of the beloved

Through a raindrop symphony song

A downpour of devotion

Sending our ears to the evening star

After the rain

Flares burst from beads of dew

Like the touch of your gossamer skin

Made thin by the affinity

Made strong by the fervor within

[the-wordslinger]

My Love is Nimble

Oh, I will get there With plenty of sweet moments To spare with your smile

[the-wordslinger]

The Right Word

Within the right word Lives a field of bright poppies Blanketed by a song of the swooner lark

And I know you hear it too

So say the word like silk For only two can sail up high On the whispering wings of serendipity It was the only word of the elementals Longer-lived than divine pride Stronger-still than god itself And I know you hear it too

[the-wordslinger]

The Persistence

What more is there

When less is the road we travel

And our best is but a dream

It's not unlike a broken back door

Ajar to the likeness of light

Snuffed out by the shadows of its own making

We are but heirlooms of the reincarnated

Timeworn with each funereal passing

With decades left before us

—Prompt: Decades before // @nosebleedclub

[the-wordslinger]

Paper Cliché

The stereo plays

As I type away the day

Like a cliché should

[the-wordslinger]

Asterisms

From the depths of space and time We disguise ourselves to be seen

Humming lush in the infinite hush-hush We walked our legs to the edge Like two cosmic dogs on a belted leash

Firing flares from our eyes The seismic crush can't stop the rush And the songs only exist in our heads (and in our hands)

Twisting mouths tremble with acumen Knowing all without the thought That today's void is tomorrow's underbrush

[the-wordslinger]

Snowfall Slow

A pale softness tickles Tiled eaves and polymer skin As an indistinguishable pair Become the bed and the womb The hollow moon reflects Upon a crystal firmament bright Sharing its fleeting warmth Shaking its beams of flow Natural delight defines Impossible corners of this globe Melting away misgivings Revealing to us the truth Our world might be small But our realm grows greater At a pace of our choosing Patient and snowfall slow

[the-wordslinger]

A Walk in the Park

Walking on a fragile night

Hair gently teased by the breeze

Magnolias waltzing way above

Goldenrods bowing down below

His feet bridging the sidewalk cracks

As he whistles a gentle tune

Cut off by a sudden sound

So soft but so out of place

Wide laser eyes scan

Solicited by streetlamp luster

Ears catching unspoken gutterals

Whispers from a world unknown

Pinpointing on a half-lit shrub

He wrinkles his forehead in focus

And so there it is borne

His gaze met with depravity

An abhorrence adorns him

Like a horde of a trillion spiders

Creating a thick, heavy coat

Made of pure-bred fear and pain

His gut shrieks at his mind

And his mind screams at his legs

Launching him forward with the pace

Of a prisoner on the run

Tripping, he crumbles to slate

As if a taught phantom fiber

Flashed in and out

Of the here and now

Dead air surrounds him

His head sluggish in its turn

While he can't help but succumb

To the face of terminal terror

[the-wordslinger]

Æther

Dream in a soft space

And when the Big Dipper breaks

We float amongst stars

[the-wordslinger]

Rayleigh Scattering

A harvest of flame

Under the smoldering moon

Full of ripe wonders

[the-wordslinger]

Rejoin

Some things shatter And some things break Glued back together But never the same

Problematic, steady Entropy fills the void But the gravity pulls And begins to rejoin

[the-wordslinger]

Limitless Indifference

A cycle stranded

In a cycle of itself

The universe sighs

[the-wordslinger]

Marooned in Time

Alone is the ever-fretful As my conscience sits to the side Shifted by mournful magnitude The tremors shake off the rust

You're a word that doesn't exist A vise-gripped feeling of falling Whispering "never have I ever" But you know you have and will

I breathe in the dusty soul Of a sad, forgotten moment A juncture marooned in time Breaching this desolate plane

The burden of global amnesia Infects the flow of positivity While the river of possibility Is forever doomed and damned

[the-wordslinger]

The Erasure

Blurry autumn eyes A glass of dirty puddle wine A city once alive Now broken into bits High noon is nigh So sprinkle the rain like salt Onto the frayed and the frilled Onto the scabs and scree You'll find no shelter here Only the lonely stones Like a life in stop motion Moving with the missing zephyr

[the-wordslinger]

Ataxia in Three Parts

It's hard to feel When the nerve's been cut But the feeling is all And anything but

A crisis we live And never the same We're forced to play A perverted game

So come one, come all Come witness the fall Come build up big And strike down small

And crowd your head With a brand new name And never forget To wear your shame

And stop

—

No, no, no Not the autumn breeze But the air that bleeds The air that binds us

It's the only one That stops and sees The thing wrapped up Way deep inside us

Yet you don't know the end Or the story Or anything …or so they say

And the bullshit spitters Are the lonely splitters Of the wonted path That still remains

Am I like them? Or will I embrace The entropy Of these words

The devolution Of the song itself The destruction Of green woods

—

I've learned now And once and for all That the suffering still remains

But I've also discovered The way to each other And how the love remains the same

[the-wordslinger]

America the Abattoir

Look to the left and see the strife Neighbors under the butcher's knife Rails with hooks and hooks in spines But at least they had spines from the start

Neighbors under the butcher's knife? More like cattle begging for valued life But at least they opined with open hearts Unlike the fleshers you yearn to praise

But when you're the cattle begging for life Who will be there to stop the plight? Not the fleshers you seem to praise Nor the neighbors you love to hate Those who do stand to stop the plight Are never shrouded in a sterile light Like your neighbors, you show them hate And now they are here on the gut room floor In a stew of sorrow where we meet once more

[the-wordslinger]

The Devil Let Us

Do not fear your mind It's only second nature To question the mold