Absence

Where are you?

Where are you?

By jfarrell

 

Jim….. Jim….. JIM!!!!

Where are you?

 

“sorry, was racing my dinosaur through the Martian forest;

Trying to evade the two assassins, after my bounty…..)

 

Oops! Sorry, was polishing spoons….

Bing! (eyes widen and sparkle)

Big shiny SHINY smile…

With all the noises of a grand-grand-grandfather clock going off…

I raise my head….

SNAP….

And it drops to my chest..

 

My fontanel slides open,

A million ants emerge and erect a scaffold around my shoulders

And a giant, bright pink crane

Raises my head fully

 

“yes, sir. What were you saying?”

I mumble, as I stupidly hand you some spoons to polish.

 

Jim, where are you?

“I’m at work, handing you spoons, aren’t I?”

No! You’re in the laundrette, in your underwear again…. dancing…

I really gotta get more sleep… don’t know what day it is…

 

Nevermind where I am.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

a bit of fun

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A Sleeping Insomniac

He thrashes around in his sleep now

Punching the wet pillow

Choking the cold blankets

Kicking the empty air

Yelling at only himself

 

Sometimes he shouts your name

With eyes shut

And ears deaf

However tears still flee

And his hands stick to his ears

 

Sometimes he holds his breath

He sleeps longer when he does

Fighting his urges to breathe

Waiting for something

Whether it be your arrival

Or his demise

 

Sometimes he clenches his wrist

Holding on tighter and tighter

Where the healed scars lay

Until they go back to normal

Until they go back to bloody

He remains unaware of the stinging pain

Until his dirty nails tap his vein

 

Sometimes he wakes

In the middle of the night

Yelling how his shoulder burns

Dying for it to stop

But to the touch its cold as ice

With a hint of dust

And it’s not both shoulders

Just the one you chose

To lie your sweaty hand upon

As you poisoned his dreams

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absence – elvis has left the building

i wake up and think about the sleepers coinage and know that i have to get some more to “live” in their world.. what can i say, i like toys..

and so i reach into the closet for their prison uniform.. the noose goes on so smooth and i look in the mirror…. damn prison never looked so sexy.. sharp angles and flows of febric said as a sign to others that i was a predator among the sleepers.. a shark.. a suit..

 

and i stepped out into the sun.. thinking about this time away from their world.. dipping in it from time to time searching for you.. i thought of my hands that still remembered well the noose that is the sign of a world which keeps us apart..

 

but i do it for you.. i master their world and rise above it.. their sleepers coinage helps me buy the time and means to search for you.. to find you.. to reach you.. so i wear instead a suit of armor.. protecting my lovers heart from their jealous eyes… and wading through their words and doubts and plans and limits as i search for you.. to fly away beyond their grasp hand in hand..

 

but the pain of putting back on that armor.. (heavy and stiff compared to a layer of your smooth skin across mine..) without your touch was almost too much to bear.. so i am sorry for my absence..

just thought id let you know that feelings are always there coming from me to you without even a word.. for we have met and in the flow of life and thought that criss crosses this world we will meet again somewhere and so i wish you well thoughts on that journey..

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Absent note

My love, if you can hear me

please listen...

I've been whisked away

by a pain too strong to manage

Hardly am I able to pick up a pen

or type a line...

These arms, these hands

are damaged again

I may be gone, but I'm still with you

Please don't be sad...

I still live within your heart

and I still feel your heartbeat within my own

Please understand...

You didn't do anything wrong

My absence shouldn't be too long

I miss you...

 
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One of Those Nights

What's the point?

Of the lights,

Of the sounds,

Of this very night?

When you are out of my sight.

 

What's the point?

Of sitting here,

Of waiting,

Of trying to pretend I'm happy?

When you're not here beside me.

 

What's the use?

Of this freedom,

Of this holiday

Of this escapade?

When everything, except my reality-

You invade.

 

All I am saying is that

All these are good -

But meaningless

Without you.

 

So what's the point?

What's the use?

Save me.

Get here already.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

09Feb13 – Written @ Indra Hotel, Thailand. Missing you.

©angeljerlin

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Still Bath

There he would sing,
celebrating,
lost in awe-inspired
knowing of
truth.
He thought not demise
awaited man
at end of their reign;
concluding their
days.
No hand to lay beating,
frightening, firm
in its owning
of all of us;
all we own.
None stood upon pillar
against sun,
eclipsing all else
smaller.
Nothing else far
from no where.
Quiet.
Calm.

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