when everything in the world tears us apart, there is comfort i by Tom Gossthe lepers
of disinformation
the hungry
harried
heavy soil
fecund
and waiting
wandering toes
squishing the dirt
of the past
icy eyes
underneath
a frozen hello sky
morbid curses
cried out in the middle
of a monsoon nightmare
weightlessly erupting like furniture
dropped from orbit
peace and whispered kisses
shaped like earlobes
hearing unfulfilled desires
glide and splash like ancient coins
dropped into long-forgotten wishing wells
I am overgrown
with the landscape
of future disasters
this caricature
of humanity
a patchwork scarecrow
leaking vintage ruminations
like old straw from dilapidated pants
like steady trains
from stations departed
a deep octave
that chugs along
pulling hearts
and leaving those
behind with the sounds
of robust machinery
and the sight
of billowing smoke
in the distance
the passage of time
hiding in the clouds
high above
folded against
her beating chest
like the locket
of his hair
that sings
a song of consolation
a blossoming
love symphony
that even transcends
the way the horizon
seems to float away
like a zeppelin
filled with only goodbyes 11/01/2020 Author's Note: Music and Spoken word version on my youtube channel:
https://youtu.be/WG3g3fQI_9Y
Posted on 11/01/2020 Copyright © 2024 Tom Goss
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