Spirit Mask

from by Static Sex



Ryan poured potions
and high swelled an ocean
from deep in my chest
to my throat in slow motion
and I’m fucked as ever
all severed from sober
is this really over
or one more layover?
Sleep screaming
all of your colors
and nary another
could ring
my heart strings to sing
the way you did
when you
swam inside me
but lately (ending chord)
the siren you’re sounding
says “I’m fond of drowning"
you drove, doors locked
glass down to Back Cove
and blasted off Baxter
to faster
choke down water
and drown out the sounds
of your mother
asking “Should dad buy a suit
or is it all moot?
If you can’t love
the man who made you
how could you possibly
love the man
trying to save you?"
But saving was
seldom my province
I’m not making modest
mere brawn of a novice
I’m just being honest
though there was a time
when I
could lift you to the sky
each time I arrived
from a state-spanning
light-tunnel drive
white-knuckle flight
into bright
your smile broke night
into two
but the dark
from that room
bled black over you
“If only I knew…"
and I’m reminded
of why
I long for liquor
and so I sit here
but at least now
we’re drowning together.


from Ten Masks, One Unknown, released June 12, 2015



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