dillonisadumbass

In somnolence we share a solemn sigh Beneath the sky that Horus soon will claim. A beast on the horizon turns its eye To us- but is, through nervous laughter, tamed. The river pulls us gently; still we row, Beneath each exhalation cursing fate. Half-hearted heaves betray the secret known: Along the delta lies the beast in wait. We whisper to the fish that pass below, But as they swim they offer no respite. They merely dance around the words we sow; An oarsman's words mean nothing to a sprite. From time to time I reach beyond the planks, Possessed by restlessness I cannot shed. I take my oar and mark the riverbanks With lines and patterns f

We stirred The silent night. I stood among the moths While he knelt over crawling bugs Below. Vomit Dripped from his mouth. He gripped the concrete edge And said, "Were this a cliff, I would Be dead."

We used to share this narrow road, It was like home, some long abode. We traveled with no end in mind, And left to chance what we would find.     In memory, a humble ode. Time brought change, night felled by day. You each went on your separate ways. I still walk the narrow road.     It isn't quite the same. Sometimes, by chance, we seem to find Our paths will cross, as roads will wind. And on those times our paths have crossed, We walked the road for time we've lost; And though nobody seemed to mind,     It wasn't quite the same.