Hey guys,
Thought I'd just share a few of my recent creations. They're far from 'complete', but they're - well - here, have a look for yourself.
Drive
You are traversing
on me, your road
to recovery
Will you drive?
And if so, where
Do I lead?
Down a garish bank
Slippery when wet
Over the edge
Clutch, brake, triggering
Some acceleration
Rediscovering destination
You journey
Hope to recover some
embers of dreams
still glimmering in the corners
of your mind.
I am the flint
You are the would-be
fiery creature, driven
catalyst to a cautious
anti-climax.
Free Choice
The effervescent question
I want, greed to know
why
you know the hearts of men
why
then, you must have known his and
why
he was in such a state and
why
he planned and plotted
why
and how he'd end his life,
why
multiple times even
why
I prayed and begged
why
did you listen?
why
didn't you do something?
Why
couldn't I have stopped it?
Why
couldn't you?
So then why didn't you?
Big Bang Theory
When I was a kid I loved
rollercoasters, the turns
and the dips and bumps and click-clack
of the climb, clattering to the
concave bend and the
scream-worthy downhill descent into
the loop-de-loop, the cars following,
like tip-toppling dominoes, then
diving into a corkscrew twist.
Breathless, my brothers and I, our blood
pumped like the brakes as the
cars pulled in, announcing
our cue to exit
So we'd run around, repeat, on loop.
Children's hi-jinx changed to
teenage attitude. Objectional opinions
music of the mood, golden solitude.
The violent inner veering, mix of
angst and low riding pants.
And he went downhill.
And then the rollercoaster was no longer fun.
There'd been the preamble, the little
dips to get the butterflies stirred up
in your gut. Now the stakes were higher -
as were his ideals - and the track
his rollercoaster car careered off:
there was danger of a dive.
We'd been trekking the uphill before
climbing the climax, breathing
getting shorter, grin/grimace of
tense ecstacy. I
was hoping it would
be smooth for a bit, just a touch -
uphill had harrowed us with the threat
that what goes up must come down
He'd been rescued off the tracks
once before. Though he had been
trailing in the dips awhile, the trips
back up were alive with promise -
downhill dive less likely.
This time he made
sure that rescue was redundant.
He loosed the car
from the rollercoaster train, and like a run
away, it was soon overcome.
He met his end in the downhill, scream.
Polished versions to come!!
