The Problem With Halcyon (Poem Every Day: 22)

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Replacement memories to sew the tapestry together


And bitters in the tonic to make them blend like ink


The ten-gallon drum of anger I've been spiking with light


Is much too dark to purify, it's too deep to even drink


Backtracking across plains to find where the tracks break


Adding colors to what I remember until I vomit in the sink


What a grand finale I've devised inside my guts


It's all the problems with halcyon, my regrets when I blink


Faster and faster spins the carousel, the horses


Forever posed to run from nothing but each other


Polar glaciers of glass in the arches of my feet


So my path can be remembered by my absent lover


Drawing the oiled comb through unwashed hair


With just enough of my scorched skin to cover


All the cracks in the plaster I call my body


Every author is a liar, every artist is a thief


We believe we are rediscovering these frontiers


When we're just bombing atolls, destroying reef 


I regret everything I've ever written


That had to do with love or loss or misery


I regret meeting every apostle, saint, and martyr


Because hymnals are at the heart of all your injury


The problems with halcyon, the colors I keep creating


Is the exorcism that follows when I stop breathing


For a single moment, to remember all your flaws


Are more beautiful than anything worth believing


Could come and collect me and hide me away


But ugly men fear the sun, and I fear what you could say


The problem with halcyon, and color, is there's nothing left say


 

Created: Apr 22, 2014

Tags: poem every day, prose, problem, poetry, halcyon, twenty two, rhyme

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