Dual
He’s hellish haven That won’t stay still And I know damn well Not one to balance. His lunacy The sane one Discerns the complexities While the other side retorts in haste Laconic disregard of our bond. Soon, Rudeness spills from his sly grimace In the hopes I won’t be able to tell If he hides Or if it’s just those damaged goods. He’s karmic A jailer A jail Too potent for my taste bud But I’m addicted nonetheless To the ride that goes nowhere. I’ll tell him on it and And he’ll have to admit While his twin self says no In supposed secrecy. He’s accompanied By one I condemn For having thrown the towel too soon For not finding the meaning A sloth in thought A poor seeker Not of my clan. But how it heals when tidal heat Exudes energy that boils perpetual In his natural hormonal body Could this lover side save the other? Can the evil twin sustain a clear direction A ball of fire in his hands Stable purpose worth my admiration? Can his flame burn in good rhythm Or will it go out in a pathetic flare?
Devotional
He’s still here but Is he still willing? More so than me Because he’s my crab. His scorpio rises Riding a bull Pliers hurt But his outer shell Glistens. The creature is all about staying It persists Grabs Claims Instinct devotional and He prays to me drunk. But for what? No! I bid him to stop And then again He’s the literary dream I asked for Unaware. He demands And I am his To come home to Vent Relieve. Why me? Don’t have much grain I’m nothing more than an oddity A crooked arrow Who can fly straight. What he sees I’ll never know Still he stays Enduring time lapses Under muy loose chin These jowls. He wants this joking smile My mockery of life These worries followed by a breakdown My sleeping body trembling Under the influence of dreams. Yes, yes, those things I remember He’s that dream The oldest one of all, Devotional nightmare Come to life.
Unanswered
Who are they? And where from? Old lovers, friends, sons, fathers, brothers Those who helped, guided, worried, cared Same ones who left, changed me for, walked away from, grew to hate My lost men. Who are they? Jitters arise for their attention I long for their excitement Mourning when they find another better Satisfied when they laugh it out Inevitably expecting A reaction. Why them? Why me? Who were we until now? Old flames in transformation Merge and part And we haven’t stopped yet Something reaches Lights our wick Impregnates our feeling Since long ago. They invade routine and fantasy alike I make believe they listen That they are here Drawn to me and I to them While they’re at work Away And I ask again Who were we until now? But no one’s answering.