Just a Quick Nightcap

 

Comedy Circuit

Walking, falling, unintentional comedy,

Tear another page from your calendar,

Then crane your face, tree-ringed,

One leg shorter maybe creates the circles,

That it seems you continually recreate.

Tracks in the snow, filled-in,

Lacksadaisical fashion you recreate,

Repeat ancient mistakes, and again,

Sparse trail of smiles, historical or

Far easier, deep rivers, of deep tears.

Did the skies really close in, tragedy,

As old scars fade away like stars,

Seem far less important than internal peace,

Slow memory rots palliative moments,

Strange laughter you continually recreate.

Dry dark wooded dream-walker,

Writes another guide book, places to avoid,

You should turn right here, I didn't,

Seeing lacksadaisical comedy in deep snow,

Sparse fashion, deep rivers of scars, falling comedian.

 

Chalice

You could have killed me right there,

Where we stood, on the banks of The Styx,

Slipping steel between my ribs, or a glass of poison,

Your chalice.

And yet it would ever hurt far less,

Where we kissed on the stones, on the banks of The Styx,

Thank the simple irrational moment, you took

Your love AWAY,

Careless, casual.

To have loved and lost is no better, or painless,

Where we lay with dead flowers by the flowing deeps,

Thank never to have loved at all, your heights,

Unscaled,

Unconquerable,

Unfathomable.

Lawless, but self-serving.

Tears in the chalice, flowers, dead, in your hair,

Poisoned waters to bathe away this fruitless love,

Steely determination, irrational glassed heights,

Crumble to kiss.

Careless, casual moment.

Such a shame.

Nearly.

Apart from when a scanned poem has a date already on it, I don't think that there's much mileage in saying what era of my life they're from. But, I sometimes might have to. This was meant to be an exercise in creative writing, rather than a psychological dissection of me, but maybe the continuum dictates that these things are inseparable...who knows?

For what it's worth, these two are ten years apart, roughly. More than that I cannot say. Or, are they? Does it matter?

They're not, they are both younger than a year.

See? Did it matter? I'm still a lost cause.

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