poetomachia

I’m punished for wanting more
I can’t get through the door
My large yearning
Keeps on burning
Consuming a beauty no longer
towner on the b-side wronger
Refilled coffee cup
Cheaper re-up
Stronger by a strange landing
Smoother by a finder sanding
O my aching head
All filled with lead

How do I put you on the throne
When I can’t hardly stand my own
Kingdom which I have under me
Who would want to rule it
The borders blurry, The land’s in disrepair
Inconsistent watering, poor fertilization

Are we broken by our pride?
How does it keep us where we are?
Momentum works both kinds of magic.
Holding fast and carrying far.

What will break the lie that binds
How quick to self-absolve
When we run from the quickly dropped
What amends or even resolves

It seems too easy to walk away,
from our damage. It is God’s
mercy but I am concerned and
worried about my ongoing lies
and the false ground folks move from.

fathoms unsounded
accusations unfounded

you rang and said
I didn’t pick up
you only tried once
just to prove a point
it’s not clear that if I’d been there
you would have been able to hear me
did you have the right number?

you rang and I was there
you spoke, and I replied
the line’s not dead
the voice is not in your head
I’m in your heart
I am here

you dialed and hung up afraid
of what I might say
you tried many times but I
was never in

you rang and say you only ever
got my machine
while encouraged to hear a message
sometimes you did
sometimes you didn’t
I got them all in fact I rang back
but you were sure I was
a feedback box
only ever ready to hear that I
didn’t bother to pick up

you rang and I was there
you spoke, and I replied
the line’s not dead
the voice is not in your head
I’m in your heart
I am here

how could I reject you on
caller ID alone?

Dutiful doubter
You work hard to maintain it
Have a drink and sit with it for a while
YOU ARE AN ASS

The stress and strain are shaking
My dreams tonight of red dawns
Chill nights strive to inflame
Pretend the frostbite burns

I wander the landscape of my mind
Gun in hand ready to kill
Ready to capture for reward
Better no agenda just time on my hands
Waiting patiently for the target to show
A boiler with no governor
An overwrought sitter without award
The mark arriving blood on my hands
There is no shelter for the face
A shower to cleanse him is made of steel
He and his brothers are not cowardly

Indomitable survivor
There is love at the other side of adversity

Author awful
Awake the soul whispers
Awkward restful
Always watching others

Breathe the night’s stars
Bothered to wonder at nothing
Boastful shallows
Beneath which hopeless hallows

Curvaceous carves
Confoundment never probed
Climbing backward
Collapsing to become a shelter

Coercing geology
Connecting folds anew
Christology
Convalescing habit to relax

Determination
Dark delights our certainty
Downfall dreaded
Demonized with little cause winds.