Silence: Your Little Bottle of Wine
In this silence All that you hear is midnight The kitchen sink still dripping Hour after hour...dripping I lay sweating in a semi-conscious fever The bombs are still popping, Bullets still flying The explosions deafen me to silence Cuffs me crookedly to the blading seas I become lonely as the sunshine vaporizes- from my evergreen pastures. Will I survive this silence? Or die once the last tear chokes away my breath? I'm killed in the boredom Holding a little bottle of wine and asking for a rapture Scrape me away with the scum Cornered me in the darkness I listen to the liquified poisons talk to me - as it is being ingested through my bloodstream I whisper love words to another make-believe-monster to fill in the void. Inches away from licking towards my wounds "Come here baby, Cuddle me in this silence" Show me the moonlight in the tunnels The canyons in which all deities are birthed, Little bottles of wine broken all over the floor Let's sleep, sleep, sleep Silence: The Evenings The evening arrives like a clashing satellite To my head Biting thoughts in raptured clouds Sweat dripping, I hear no sound Silence barks into my auditory nerves My brain is spinning erratically Into the stars again Blood trips, I fear not - my mind There are darling breaths That rub sticks together in my chest Lucid lungs that make liquid death When there are recalls, echoes It is almost like a new prayer Slightly subtle and less vain The head now pounding, The dynamite inside destroys the muscle trains Moonlight molds And I crawl back into a malignant meadow. Silence: The Winds We smelled of baby breath and rosemary Dragonflies swarming the prairie Fluid from our connected union, The perfect cohesion for a Spring day Every morning we will now awake to a tri-colored blue Touch each other's hands With the sensational nerves on the skin Make love to the sound of our laughter Vocal, deep, breathing like a vacuum of wind Our visions no longer lost in hidden eyes And you will start your shifting - In the air where you broke many hearts Current bio for Fevers of the Mind’s David L O’Nan editor/writing contributor to blog. Poetry from David L O’Nan in the Famous Poetry Outlaws are Painting Walls and Whispers Hard Rain Poetry: Forever Dylan Anthology available today! Available Now: Before I Turn Into Gold Inspired by Leonard Cohen Anthology by David L O’Nan & Contributors w/art by Geoffrey Wren Bending Rivers: The Poetry & Stories of David L O’Nan out now!
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