pedestals...

love rots in distended silence,
the carcass of memory picked clean.
only skeletal remains feed our need
to re-embody desire…
baked beneath bloated anger.

A virgin trek across vagrant sands seeking the promised
oasis left brief footprints,
winds following soon confused deliberate steps
sweeping around us like a granite screen
allowing momentary pinpoints of clarity.

joys of discovery deteriorated to knowledge
and truth became a poisoned waterhole
where we stopped to quench our thirst,
for obscured water is filled with varied queries
left by other purists;
the bottom is always hidden from view--
even the warning did not slow us for we were thirsty and
anxious to be filled…

the black and powerful sun overhead drew
away the moisture of promise
and drained the blood from the wind;
stilled, the tumult died…
in the rush of realization we recognized the naked truth
of our intent rising to consume us,
helplessly bereft in an endless field of white…

in the end we denied the longing of reflected eyes—
and crucified each other
with old boards and rusty nails from the heels of our boots,
returning to green indifference…

pedestals...soliloquies
ja allen