~esplanade~ ~there’s an angry carpenter building~ ~a table without any legs~ ~a mother teaching her children~ ~to fetch sit up & beg~ ~the dogs of night make a prayer~ ~for the lady without any hands~ ~& she applauds the one-legged preacher~ ~who left his parts in old Viet Nam~ ~innocent drug angel darlings~ ~stare into the guns of the raid~ ~& the children under the table~ ~bless their hearts~ ~esplanade~ ~you will never know where I’m going~ ~until your feet taste paths I have been~ ~a tear & a cup overflowing~ ~sins of the lost captain’s men~ ~I wonder if I might find purchase~ ~a brick or a ring in the wall~ ~a coffin to hang on forever~ ~to hear the great sparrow’s call~ ~there’s a chorus of blind singing patriots~ ~flying a song without wings~ ~they may lose their direction~ ~they will never forget how to sing~ ~she is an opening flower~ ~a path for the living parade~ ~lay down in her soft bed of roses~ ~to bleed~ ~ah sweet esplanade~ ~may be the gods do not see them~ ~may be the gods’ eyes are blind~ ~there is no end to their praying~ ~for surely the gods must be kind~ ~& they hide away from the madman~ ~who tells them they are betrayed~ ~he waits for the full moon to take him~ ~then he howls, howls~ ~esplanade~ ~dead poets speak through their silence~ ~they whisper “return nevermore”~ ~a child looks in the mirror~ ~wonders, ‘why the hell was I born~ ~someone has slain all its warriors~ ~tortured the king of its soul~ ~mother & father are preying~ ~in the barroom for pots of its gold~ ~life is a constant reminder~ ~death, the warrior who waits~ ~fate owns the face in the mirror~ ~the key to the lock on its gate~ ~so have you noticed her freedom~ ~the laughter behind all her lies~ ~where chaos & order go dancing~ ~& only chaos survives~ ~I walked the shores of her oceans~ ~soft & cold & afraid~ ~followed the paths of her creatures~ ~cross her vast expanse~ ~esplanade~ ~I have tasted the breath of her seasons~ ~her bitter roots & sweet wine~ ~& though I know she is wounded~ ~I seek her like something divine~ ~as I approach her wound I am kissing~ ~the blood drops her suffering made~ ~my feet caressing her footsteps~ ~my lips whisper~ ~“sweet esplanade”~ ~she lays her pain out before me~ ~the soft ragged edge of her truth~ ~I lick the scent of her fire~ ~with the misguided tongue of my youth~ ~the scars are written upon me~ ~from sleeping too close to the wound~ ~skin so easily broken~ ~on this eggshell side of the moon~ ~& the tides are breaking forever~ ~on a sweet violin never played~ ~where only warriors are dancers~ ~on the last grass~ ~esplanade~ ~I’m breaking bread with the serpent~ ~making love with the mice~ ~there’s a game I play with the devil~ ~betting against loaded dice~ ~& I die at the end of my prayer~ ~my face breaks the earth unafraid~ ~your heavy stones on my body~ ~I cry out~ ~“sweet esplanade”~ ~I have drunk myself into stupid~ ~sung her praises through my whiskey breath~ ~for the tender peace of her body~ ~the long-suffering pain of her death~ ~I keep a piece of her soul in my pocket~ ~& I sleep with her every night~ ~I hear the wind through the willows~ ~& kiss her lips when we fight~ ~but a beggar has set her on fire~ ~for a ransom that will not be paid~ ~a thief has stolen her jewels~ ~she suffers it well~ ~esplanade~ ~there is a ghost haunting my castle~ ~she cries, I think I know why~ ~her heart is ten thousand times broken~ ~she tries, they won’t let her die~ ~so she crawls in my bed of an evening~ ~struggles to keep me awake~ ~I find myself reaching for her~ ~hungry for the love we could make~ ~courage lies under the blanket~ ~the windows are filthy inside~ ~you cannot see through a mirror~ ~just going along for the ride~ ~she is all, she is all that exists~ ~make myself naked & wade~ ~follow her down ‘til eternity passes~ ~she is all, she is all~ ~esplanade~ ~all tangled up in my covers~ ~afraid of the dark & the day~ ~I wait ‘til she comes to hold me~ ~& chase my darkness away~ ~then I lay at her breast like an infant~ ~suckled & cozily warm~ ~she covers my seed with the earth of her body~ ~to shelter me from the storm~ ~I drink her milk & I bite her~ ~feeding upon her the same~ ~I call her triangular mother~ ~& know her by no other name~ ~with her blood & milk on my muzzle~ ~I cry in the mess I have made~ ~she wraps me in flowers & powders my ass~ ~she is all, she is all~ ~esplanade~ ~I live in a box in the attic~ ~measure my space two by two~ ~drag myself out for holiday weekends~ ~& photograph pictures with you~ ~maybe I’ll take you there with me~ ~touch with my hands in the dark~ ~which one is which~ ~I get so damned confused~ ~like a child playing with cards~ ~the best of the times I am rolling~ ~in fields of flowers & shade~ ~watching the children as they start their journey~ ~into her heart~ ~esplanade~ wordwulf queloquepasa/wordwulf Inquiries: wordwulf@gmail & bar publishing barpublishing1@yahoo ©2014 graphic artwork music & words conceived by & property of tom (WordWulf) sterner 2014©
Posted on: Tue, 11 Mar 2014 01:11:06 +0000
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