We be.
I will not be caught again so easily
A million light years from my home
Crushed by your mendaciousness
I am happy enough to fly alone
Back, back, I retrace my tracks
Lessons learned and learned again
I break up my own divisions
Yet, I am not so much a broken man
Silly words for silly poems
Too esoteric for the rest
Uneven rhythms chaotic rhymes
Only punctuate the mess
But time is cruel and she is pretty
And when stars again we be
I will shine out all the brighter
Next to the dimness of your screed
Hope will howl.
Midnight: and there is no howling.
Loosed among the violent tendrils of my obscure cognitions,
they, these bright fears,
are like heated vapor in my hand,
or sometimes gum at the bottom of my soul.
Pinched, I wait.
Hope, in all of its redundant solitude, will come soon—rushing.
It will clamor.
But will it bellow, or will it roar?
No. It will howl: hope will howl.
Song for R.H.
There is no more us or we to doubt.
There are no more hating things to shout
There is no more afterglow left glowing.
There is only little me, knowing.
All of those little things you used to bring
Seem far less precious, now, to me
All of those scars are now just skin
Covered over with my own sin
Yea, begone those sorrows of yesterdays
Chose to lash them all away
Like a cancer I have bled through
Fractured cycles in my rear view
And I congratulate your lying
And I congratulate your drugs
And I congratulate your scheming
And I congratulate your mom
Do you they make you think you won?
Allow this carnage you have wrote
To erase your need for retort
Yea, let it stand as it should stand
Such just summation of your brand
No.
There is no you left here to find
There is no you to steal my time
There are no tears for you left showing
There is only me and my knowing.
All words and artwork by Robert Sandy except "Family in Black and White" by Melbourne Beebe. All rights are reserved by Robert Sandy and no part of the above words or artworks may be reprinted, used, or otherwise borrowed without express written consent from Robert Sandy.
"But time is cruel, and she is pretty
ReplyDeleteAnd when stars again we be."
Gorgeous. That line alone makes you a poet sir!
Great artwork as well!