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There is

nowhere to run

Each direction seeks blood sacrifice
dipped in
atonement for sins
real and imagined


My sec tells me
she has never seen me staring at nothing
before
but she has just never noticed
how unfocused I have become
my eyes roam from the white painted blocks
to the grey of everything else.

The paperwork
gathers
a neatly typed storm
shot through with gloom
and rain laden portents
the pages heavy with distinct requirements

I'm writing poetry
to stave off the ghosts and ghouls
for here
within the bright womb of words
the clammering is made still
and I can just barely
hear me in the distance
calling like Heathcliffe
a voice
lost on the moors

You cannot reach me
my Catherine
frock billowing in
the buffeting wind
which swirls around us

I know you try
but the patterns are already
at a stage where
to change design
would destroy the whole
and it just cannot be undone
as we might wish

I do see you
but as an inanimate object
another beautiful item
to grace this tired world

As your imploring
sails past my becalmed
impassive resignation
I wave
because we were so glorious
carving the ocean
a blade of perfect narrow
perception
honed to gleam beneath the sun

I took heart from this

Peter Pan syndrome" is not listed in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, and is not recognized by the American Psychiatric Association as a mental disorder.


Alas, it then went on to say this

The Peter-Pan psychological type is one characterized by immaturity or certain sorts of psychological, social, and sexual problems. The type of personality in question, usually male, is immature and narcissistic. More completely, according to Kiley, the characteristics of a "Peter-Pan" include such attributes as irresponsibility, rebelliousness, pottering about, anger, narcissism, dependency, manipulativeness, and the belief that he is beyond society's laws and norms.

*sighs*


lol

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You burnish under a distant sun
coppering till the gleam of your skin
blazes beyond the reckoning of men.


I am lost in the sheen of
your flesh
as it creates
cool overhangs of smooth stone
to hide beneath

The way your heat emanates
pushing against denial
suffocating carefully controlled
distance till there is only
you

and waves
of us

And I quote

All matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration,

we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively,

there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are

the imagination of ourselves.

Bill Hicks circa 1993

Well, there was this one?

A series of connected moments

The hand on cheek

speaking volumes

with no sound.

A flash of recognition

my eyes

bright

against your cry.

The weave of your kiss

caught on the edge of my jacket

a thread

to follow.

Awareness only

found in continuance

if you are naked

so am I.

A Wisteria in my mouth

you

magenta

ripening

shedding seeds

on fertile ground.

Time winding down

in the curl of our spines.

Turn to sepia

Parchment skin

hides the beat within.

Your precious gifts are dying.

Remember?

If you are naked

so am I......

Holding back death

decay

with interlocked memories

winding through gnarled fingers.

A series of connected moments

breaking.

For we were naked once.