Emily Hone
Downed VesselBells within
cause clangor, drown sounds that currents make as they boil past- we go in opposite. White lie servants, steering the wheel so far south, how could we not go down? No Captain to guide. And though this vessel’s shared, we’ve proven only mock shipmates. Churning swifts keep all aboard- Ship clutch tenants close- All at once trapped and left behind. LightYours are the secrets
I’ll keep locked beneath Virginia City ruins; deep within the mines. May they find a way to sparkle- really shine some multi-faceted light, compared to my fools gold notion, they will beam their way back to me so easily… but have mounds, hills, of Earth to uncover- shovel from these eyes, before the clear-cut night, when granted Clarity. AlkaliThe water lies
opaque, and still on the highway, glistens, then evaporates as you draw near. O’er the left, windswept, dry to a brittle chalk white, that barren floor of alkali. Just to the right, subdued, honey-hued, a flame that doesn't glow as bright. Clamped by the vice of dread, as the road before us spread, farther than our own eyes would bear to see. Wisps of feelings had, trapped hot against the rocks, on the hills rolling by, beside and beneath. Misplaced words, quipped obliviously, snuffs, buries the flame. This soul sits opaque and still, riding across the highway, as dry as the ghost of that sea. When you draw near...... You end me. Spare ChangeWelcome the damp...
to quench its need to purify. It is --at least-- a change. And... I need a change. Yes, I need change. There's never an end to this All The Time. Buried 'neath stacks of grey, Drain bone-dry, the last of silver. Bleed out to the inevitable Crushed. |
InvernessIn nights when
a crisp humidity wraps its cocoon-- Jolts within me suddenly thoughts of a cove where as a child, scattered clandestine words-- burrowed on their own into the pallid sand who soaked herself with salty sea, then pledged confidentiality... until I grew, and could take it. So Burn Inverness. Let the whispered die and with you firefly ethereally toward night. One can merely hope not a single soul will catch one here nor there... though what's there to fear? Only that which is deeply known: I was, I am, a child still-- never grown. Red sky, hide stowaway embers; remains fallen from youthful lips. Let ride away on bobbing crests. At low tide, an even lower soul walks the shallows. So LongGot the
lock and key. Will you promise, though whispered words cannot be heard from So long, and hundreds of miles--think I took the wrong direction. Beguiled by comfort and another kind of promise. But did you ever hold fast to Anything? Could you... to me? Sin 'n' TonicEven my body
holds me hostage-- Ribcage cell barring manic heart... when walls won't fall-- even fake brick facades cling to well-worn dive bar foundations, 'Tis the bitter finally cuts through-- slices past the evergreen potency of man-made strength-- bellicose, forcing its way in; open up and swallow-- tonic permeating soulless through, anchors to bottom & crumbles youth.
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