Sunk costs

There are eyes I can see
that I never saw
staring, round, scared

Not haunting me
but there at a beckon
adding melancholy
to my soup of the day

Not that I loved her
but she was so lost
so alone, so desparate
I couldnt not reach out

And when she left
she lost her way again
I threw her little lifebuoys
of cash and care and attention

but she floundered,
foundered.

Gone far

I saw her dance
down her dark path
waving smiling shining
shimmering madly
with her own
inspiration

I never saw
what strange seas
she strode beside,
swam in,
soaked up

Just the blood dark pool
she sat down by
black end-
-less dreams
even now
lost and lost and lost

Metaphor

or meta-for
maybe meta 4
it seems to be doomed
any way you fractionate
to be taken
consumed for literal,
as misunderstood
as a teenage death poem,
punctuated with
arcane punct
or maybe just Punk'd

Energy levels
a metaphor
for meta understanding
of metataxis
or just more woo
... a book review.

Distance

I see her

every day

out of reach

not just fingertips

interstellar distances

made of miles

and years

and age

and I can never

not reach for her

even though

the best I can manage

is throw her a lifeline

keep her afloat

never to touch her

never to scent her

close and far

and always in my heart

Enough

Enough, tortured soul
Enough torment,
Enough striving,
Enough pushing,
Enough crying.

Enough trying to swallow the world,
trying to taste every experience there is,
Enough trying to make us laugh,
to please and delight every soul.

Enough frantic activity
never letting yourself rest,
Enough secret weeping
shredding your soul for love

Enough alcohol
Enough drugs
Enough sex
Enough heart attacks

Take your quiet bed
in the eternal silence
Rest at last,
as you havent for sixty years,
Enjoy finally,
the strange alien balm
of no longer being.

You've done enough. You deserve it

Our tears and regrets are nothing,
clamouring proof,
you've done enough.

The best defence

... for Kim

your photos show me
Nodachi, wakizashi,
falchions,
rapiers to rend the eye
beauty to carve up the mind
and let libido fall like fat medallions

and your words give
smashed steel,
fractured plate,
imperfect armour
wounds welling tears
a clean pure heart uncased

Sliding

How many tears
trembling unshed
your pillow yet holds

How many moments
in the trough
digging deeper

How many ways
silent as stone
unknown and alone

The sun will warm
your skin again
your blood will fire,
your boy will smile

It looks far as fear
unreachable
but not for long.