The Resurrection
It seems like such a waste of time.
Remember, back when you were mine?
The hand which hits is the hand that gets bit.
Plus, such empty threats from wavering fists
Still punch hard, but punch back with recoil.
Yet, you stayed safely grounded as the soil,
While I went wide of the mark in delirium.
Alone then, I cried to the dark savage rhythm
Of deep gashes ripping as shards of my rib cracked,
Thrashed through the fleshy slashed shreds of my lung sac.
I gasped and grasped for a breath as you gagged me
And cast forth your wrath with rapacious ferocity.
A cold chill like dull spikes pierced my spine
When, stone faced, you told me you weren’t mine.
Anguishing echoes rang vivid in mind;
Such desperate despair as you left me behind.
What is anything when everything is withering away?
Why wait wasting in pestilence all night through the day?
I felt the caress of the fingers of Death
Seductively soothing my restless distress.
Evoking my mistress, though futile in trying,
Tormented by memories, I laid slowly dying.
Then suddenly, dawn light shone on me, but gray,
Then grayness pervaded all light through that day.
The World has been nothing but grey ever since,
With a backdrop of numbness and indifference.
Now, I’m only happy when it rains,
Playing the Jesus and Mary Chain.
Through drear-stained lenses, to be sure,
Lady Love’s been exposed as a whore.
How pathological her sentiment is;
How unrefined; how primitive.
Surely the practice will die out someday
Of falling in love. Love is just shades of gray
Appearing silvery at the edge of a cloud,
Which cannot be touched with one’s feet on the ground.
If you were to try to fly up and touch it,
You’d see but a mist, and you’d be but a puppet.
Or worse yet, that cloud might turn black as the night
With a thunderous hailstorm, and a fruitless plight.
What silliness one shows in chasing after love.
Yet for some unknown reason—still considering the above—
For the electric charged touch of true passion when kissed
Or a lover’s embrace firm against tender skin,
Or to sleep with my breath to the nape of her neck
With limbs entwined, as time goes by unchecked,
Our smooth humid bodies limp, dripping with sweat,
Fingertips wandering in a delicate pet,
Just to feel for an instant so intimately
I’d oblige to suffer eternally.