“Uesugi”

 

Break us, bring your life to bear.
Be a new foe, rise up against me.
Fall and all is mine. You did. I wept.

You muttered your life’s glory
over small alcoholic cups.

“And it Roars”

Midnight mental meanderings,
scribble-scorched papers,
bed sheets bloodied by ink and words
and thoughts and feelings, felt
and unfelt, uncertain assertions
tumbling through possible pathways
previously hidden –
sweet permissible nothingness,
welcome black, void-edge twirling
spinning, failing, flying nothing-anxieties
with broken backs, scars bursting
into being, pockmarks
marking palmprints with curling
spiraled roots searching for water,
love and life – life and love,
inkwells running dry of familiar
worlds and words and whereabouts,
nothingness, voids, oblivion, black,
sweetness bitter burning, understanding
scratches the front of your cortex,
potential enlightening, understanding,
it all bristles at your coming, but
fades when you reach for it,
fingertips and fog, a desert swallows
a drop of water, a bead of sweat,
a ball of insubstantial everything
growing in the centre of your forehead,
taking all the space of your thoughts
and none of it,
subsuming you, breathing you,
breaking you, walls of loss
and life and love and loss rising
infront, behind, before, afterwords,
intent is lost, it was never
found or had or loved or
lost or lived or loved, or loved
or loved

“These Dark Walls”

These dark walls dash dreams
dealt to me by cold fate
through fear-filled fever-thoughts
by forcing me to stop and wait.

They block the bad and break
the good through an ill-thought need
left to bounce and bound within
my head and make me bleed.

Imagined needs now unheeded
by the softly scribbling pen
within the newly broken walls
never again to barrier-block
away the dreams of many men.