Concrete Somersaults

she's leaving..
waning away silently,
and i am left in the gray,
flat, morose and
unintended.

when moments
come clear like sunshine,
when tears won’t
come acid like rain,
and i'm here,
on the verge again.

i take a flight ship,
into the selfish,
that place where
the memories erase,
where the heartaches
cease their screams.

i tack up incidences
to the wall like maps,
so i can keep track,
of how to clean
this maniacal aftermath,
draw a line
keep them connected,
the places where,
i've been rejected.

she's turning to slivers,
leaving me in the shade,
where i'm afraid,
denied, mortified,
at the fact i just
can't ever seem to cry,
eyes dry from the
death inside,
from the things i hide,
this Tabernacle of
Jesus freak genocide.

rip the shades off
let the light in,
shine spotlights
on my sin,
I'm diving into depths,
followed by the masses,
I touch you in passing,
smile at your life,
as I sit solitary,
in the fading night.

I crave moonrises,
and moonsets,
reading minds,
and forgiving regrets,
making much needed amends,
with my ever present insolence,
where assumptions
turn to concrete
in every face I meet.

take me to the garden,
lay me in the blue,
sing me happy lullabies,
and bury me in truth.

i'm sipping stagnant wine,
searching for the sublime,
one more glory ride,
one more chance
to catch the rolling tide,
like orgasmic somersaults,
but i'm finding fault
in the results.

~vennie~
copyright @ dbv publishing
{poems for the eleven}