NuBert

I keep safe distance from you. From many. I am undecided, eyes dancing Between two worlds, Balanced on the razor blade line. Under the thick winter covers, I can still feel the red Of a pulpy, lost heart While I sing the blues Of poor Jeremiah. My arms are one rope Tugged on the left and on the right By desires to heal what's past And the opportunity To experience what is completely new. Replace my arms With flesh and blood and bone, So that I may take hold in my embrace A future with the past Or with the present. Pass a hand over my heart's eyelids, That I may sleep, And see no more of this pain, This silence and lonel

I. There are no messages. I hear no word. Not a note has been sent my way, Not a letter, not a breath. I hear nothing from beyond the wall That rose out of this ocean. II. I slump, cheek to the slab, And dream. Thoughts like stone anvils Fall to the mirror below. Stardust plumes as it shatters. III. Speak! Whisper quickly Through the cracks, Before I seek to drop my net Into other waters! Speak to me, Lest I unfurl my sails And set a course away from the wall-- Where the wet glass cannot cut, And the waves will not break Against the heart I exposed for you. IV. The waters across the way are daunting, to be honest; Th

The hurt, oh the hurt! My head had been split-- My brow dripped. I knew, I assumed I knew. I assumed. My legs became powder, Blew away in the gale, Left me in the surf. No more running. I couldn't turn about, couldn't Flee from where I'd fallen. The red pulp thumped; The crimson lump wept, Draining. Drained. A blade lodged itself Through my ribs. Soon my arm had shattered. My arm was more than broken. What once was a rock Now is rubble, dust; You were left without, The defense: stolen away. The beach was my bed; Blue soaked me through. Overhead the mockers squealed; In the corner pocket of my world, Two lovers swam