Let me blindfold your soul so you can't see the eyes of the night staring back at us as we fuck in the frenzied technicolor of a thousand starry nights…
Eyes of the Night
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Sea Mist
Soon you will be washed upon the sands of time as a memory left on the tongue tips of the angels left behind. Your physical form will be gradually reborn from the glistening teardrops we’ll cry in chorus as your body is bid to the eternal dust. You’ll slip into the arms of family through the gap of our knowing and feeling; welcomed and soothed by the same loving presence you too once grieved. All the fear you feel in the shallows of this vast ocean will no longer matter as you begin to drift between the folding waves of a final sleep. Goodbyes won’t be whispered into the sea, but the thickening mist will nod, on my behalf, that we’ll meet again someday.
This Isn’t Home
Knotted tightly in my psyche is a feral call: a plea to return to an unvisited place where unfamiliar arms can bring rest. Routine saps the life from my soul - within safety it writhes in silent agony Lacking nourishment unknown - unnamed. Hunger looks inward to survive famine. Ravenous claws stripping only prime cuts - psychological filet, served bloody and rare. I will be the last to walk away from me. The world unrecognisably cold and damp under the footsteps of a more fulfilling life
Darker Nights
I know this night, I know its call. Agony wears a harpy's grin to tempt the lungs to drown within. The bedfellow of cortisol; this life raft needs prescription scrawl before we're buried in its skin. I know this night. A panic button protocol shotgunned with cheap raspberry gin. Hope: the very first deadly sin that chokes us all against the wall I know this night.
Marshmallow Tar
Death's kiss, with all of it's surgical precision, cannot wash away your scent. Sweet burnt marshmallow pooled in the final sands of the hourglass - a tar to keep the coffin sealed. Stale espresso left in the morning dew whispers that it tastes the same - a brew far more bitter than the lonely truth.
Droplets
Ecstasy drips like hot wax. Can you bear the pain? What’s my name?
Steal Their Memory
Your mind is already closed. Can you still hear me? Are you here?
Footprints
Walking in the shadows of your footprints Trying to pretend I can see you still Hoping I just might Knowing I won't. Wishing the trail leads somewhere final Fearing there's an end Hiding from the present Abandoning the past.
Static Socks
Stumble and dive we just turned five - each of us hold a balloon. Run down the hall stumble and fall - scraping our knees before noon. Slide on some socks build static shocks - zapping each other with grins. Act like a brat slide on the mat Carpet burn stings on our shins. Wearing our shoes nothing to loose we call out our parents bluffs We ruin the lawn now wearing a yawn - our memories sketched in shoe scuffs
Bite Me Beast
Bite me beast. Feel this saccharine smile melt the rotting gum beneath the teeth in the same ringing, rusted tone as the "I told you so" that was never said. Bite me! See how fast the slack jaw snaps back to sink a saddened sully into your sore shoulders. Feel the teeth vibrate against the muscle - adrenaline promised you taste best when the meat is tender, so with open mouth, I'll knead the submission back into your rebellion. Bite. Me. Beast Savour the silence of shock, for that bite only ends in a wrath of stars: striking to transfix the minds eye, and feigning relief to hide a shattered grin.
The Poet Armistead 