Poems by David L O’Nan : Reciprocate a Lost Hello & other poems

Reciprocate a Lost Hello

Blooming up as sun tortures a mind
Your hello,
An echo moistened by dust
A traveling spittle of rain
And subsiding into a crevice of mistakes.
Wishing you were the juxtaposition
between beauty, 
and the sorrow of a burning flower.
Raindrops Mimic the sprinkles of sound
Against the tin of a lost hello

Crowded inside voices, 
are only calm -
when they are power
Power was built by energy, sight,
and the holding of truth.
Deep in a heart, the gut of the gods,
Life is crisp in the glow.

Death is moistened by a crooked mind blown -
apart with the memories.

A Lost hello was reciprocated into a shower of unknown.
We stammer in the wind, 
as the mind dreams up an eternal shade.
I sit there in the grip and trip in the circles around my feet.
Nor can a dance be,
Nor can a bruise heal,
Nor can a hello be returned -
once it has been broken
by what was heard, initially.

Today we are sold into the friendship of nerves.
They tangle a supposed soul
They, like all seeds,
grow once they are breathed into existence.
And then stems sewn into the heavens as historical
As lost hellos.

Caskets and Libraries

How is the garden this Spring, so far?
The wedding feels like a line of caskets
We are cold, walking away
And these libraries we read all the sonnets,
And the romantic era poetry.
The room just smells like toes
in old socks that can't fit on these old spirits.
They just creep their heads out of the books.

I can't stand walking these beaches
With my Brixton Hooligan falling into the sand.
You were taken before me,
and that seems like a penalizing breath to take
This sand is fucking truculent and burns in the boredom.

I'm trying to hold onto this gravity
While I swim indigested in the stomach of Earth
Because that is what i've been told to do.
I'd much rather see if I could fly
To see if I can reimagine all the colours we owned,
And kiss every line of your face
As I fall.

The Skeleton of the Hawthorn

The highway began to eat the stars
Driving fastly past the Hawthorn trees
We made a wish off the bones
Of the dainty skeleton tree as  it bit the breeze.
Watching the mass of blades
Parade in the dark of night
As it were to close in for a kiss of death
I push away the fires in its warm breath
Shaking branches off and letting love become savage
As the shuffle of the road
Whips in with the wind
The creation of the ladder
Climb up
And bend down the sky
To take a teasing peek at the blinding God.

Funeral Jacket

We wrecked our way to the funeral parlor
And we had drugs in our eyes
We pulled out our wallets from our tucked in dirty slacks
And watched the women cry for criminals
And left dirt all over the tracks
Where lines of people greet the family and the family friends.
God rest this old gigolo
Raised on candy and lipstick flavors
Assailants bump into the crowd and I feel a little claustrophobic
The room becomes a foggy night
I stumble to a flowery patterned sofa
Curled up and about to barf
I sweat over my skin in a funeral jacket.
Midnight swims in my head
And I want my thoughts to be less melodic
And less tragic
So what emotion am I supposed to have,
When my fever chill passes over my broken body?
I'll sip the 2 hour old coffee
From a stained olive green mug
And haunt this room like a mime
Bleeding white paint over my funeral jacket
No clubs or bars open to lay in my brown recluse charm.
I know everyone says at funerals the nice things you've done,
I just want those at mine to say
"Once in Heaven, Once from the circus, Like Always"

Death By Dame

It was a Sunday afternoon
I met this old guy flying by the saloon
In his cadillac falsies.
He was always a smooth talker
Out on the town, selling lies
Like a newspaper made by the town flirt.
Tobacco drips from his mouth and,
he watches Main Street strut to the pounding
of all those rusty trumpets.
His mind will never be that of something but obscene.
He's got pills for it all,
And he's got six divorces
All the motels know him by his name.
The cracks of all the flattery
The stains of all the boiling howls against his skin.
He loves the fishnets and the blue lipstick the most.
He thinks he's got the Midnight by the stilettos
But this night has a .38
Can't dial another number to a name
His death will soon follow by dame.

Save Me From the Bend

There are some afternoons you find yourself on the bend
In a fight, for the attentive eyes of night
Away from sunlight and smothering
Like mucus stuck to skin
Forgetting my gardens, my phaeton drives
My disease of anger,
Can now rest easy.
Wanting the energy of the moon to -
massage my mind.
Hum until the monsters leave
The day feeds all the chewing for fallen angels.
I want to rest in the thoughts of an evening
When anything visible or invisible can breathe
At the parties, alone in shadows
Hushes of the rain
Oh, just save me from the bend.

The Nameless Lust

Your sex was a tyranny
She was a succubus
I still a loner
She was lingerie
And lace like concrete
Skin that burned
I touched her lips
My soul has been sold
Blood thickened when churned
The flicker now a flame
Spreads like wildfire through my bones
She just hides away her head
And I crawl back into my veins.

The Connection & the Split

We become interconnected
Through both bone and blood
Became sweet like pickles
Held each other under perjury moons
and surgery slums.
Then broke apart like sugar cubes
Each sprinkle represented the lost distance.

Privileged

A warmth of tobacco winds
Blinking lights on broken cars
Sirens crushing glass
Here, the fury of privileged suits
Red hat papas wondering if their sandwich will get cold
during the last moments of Earth.

LIES

Leaking out,
Fires from your mind
Is your truth,
Lost to broken dreams?
Erasing feelings
Only leaving fingerprints of your past soul
Scared of your own reflection now,
Lies don't impress
Do you?
Impressions within, lay within
Or all you have become are LIES?

Wolfpack Contributor EIC Bios:  David L O’Nan & HilLesha O’Nan

By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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