The Eyes That Haunt the Flower Beds
a face in all faces
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My roots crack the concrete
and I stand planted by the poolside
in mid July sun screamin’
daylight that echoes back on the rippling surface
that dances and jiggles
with bodies stripped and swimming
blood and chlorine separated by thin layers of skin and fabric
plump and swelling heads tanned-brown and red-burned
hooded in water skin, break through and peak above
only to go under again hiding from the gaze
arms thrashing and feet kicking tepid splashes
a heart flails like someone drowning
each echo a scream that curves ‘round the horizon
of the body of a youth
That usurps the world
a world in that world
in which the world is larger
and the impossible set free
and the sunshine captured
in which I am trapped underneath
the eternal sun
brown hair and tanned skin
she was not a sight nor smell nor sound
but the petals of a fire in me.
Tomorrow then I turned ten
and never was the same
before, the sun and moon ne’er disagreed
one rose and fell for the other
now the sun rises and falls only to rise again
the moon the same, their light naught for themselves
shining on the same earth but not the same ground
a golden ring between our eyes
an aureole
both shattered and perfect
for the first time I felt my skin wrapped tightly about me
for the first time I knew my own face
looking at the violent surface
stabbed, crashed, and broken
blood spilling on hot concrete
one thinks this violence was always there
that life began in late spring
and pools don’t lie quiet
eager to be breached in early morn
and dirty and tired in the evening
that only a violent heart beats and does not rest
in a body with dry mouth and the feeling of clamminess about the hands
despite being soaked to the bone
Thump thump.
Thump thump.
Thump thump.
A train gallops February afternoon, and screeches a sigh in time
hauling hearts and minds and memories that settle in foggy dreams
as on the bottom of a lake forced to stand still.
But a summer sun pierces through the clouds
black hair, black coat, black bag, and a smooth walk
stealthy and dangerous the panther stalks
another purple flower bursts through the ground
a necrophage blossom to die in the searing sun
it needs a place dark, earth damp wetted by blood
so tempted am I to eat it, to shelter it, and become death
suffocated by a perfume whos fumes blot the sky
with a dark purple ink
the sun becomes the moon
and under a dark sky grows
the torporous lavender blossoms who exude
the sweet stench of death.
Eat them and despair, and rejoice
for you shall enjoy eternal life
seated across on a crowded train
she raised her head and it blooms
revealing a pistil of eyes
and stems as snakes
had I wings I might fly
but I was shocked frozen condemned to my fate
an empty look and an empty smile and empty words lost to time
but there will forever be that golden lily
a memory who blooms only as the sun sets
standing stubborn against the dark sky
and I crush the Goldbloom for its pride
golden thunder shocks up my heels and pierces my heart
and it is threaded there
patchwork for a heart threadbare
and I die an exploding sun
shining upon the field
with a reply
In each pair of eyes lies a promise
to restore the logic of the heavens
or to crash beyond a crystal sky to
where heaven and hell are but dreamers of our dream.
About the Creator
Alfonso de la nada
My cells cry out for creation, my heart cries out for death.
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