Hemlock Comatose (Morte)

Rise the night’s droplets

Streaming panes of westward flight

The dawn a red flare in the umbrage

With you I slept

Careless for tomorrow

With you my light did pierce

The dark hold of slumber

And usher the overlook the hidden paths

The rabbits that cleaved for white fur

’Las all was blushed in black

Except for you

The golden edge of the purest light

Captivated my errant wanderings

And held dear their course

To blissful end

A messenger from darker paintings past

Meandering the streaks of light washed space

The kingdom of clouds will reign

And coarse decree would sever beauty

Her gestalt oppressor

Your majesty a matriarch

Rest the deconstructive tendency

Where naught is left to spin

And hold the cobalt sky

Thy epitome

Again the fog descended

And the history was a strong rye

Absinthe tint

And it disappeared on ghosted mezzanine

From which the piano once had played itself

Had once composed of dreams

Laid upon the dusty shelves of afterthought

Now just washed

Openly discreet the light was sharp

It punctured the shadows

Their orbs of dark energy

To cake the running waters

In bashful hints of smoke

She lit a cigarette to spark disgust

Though the rolled papier

It tingled like a flake of bliss

Flittering in the ballet of devilish class

And haughty intoxication

Steeps the whiskey breath in arrogance

Rivers that carve out the deep valleys of solitude

An eastern unity approached in layered tiers

On the western descent

To the harsh and swirling abolition of reason

To its blithe reconstitution

Follows the fearful high

Skim above the eddies where the river is a trap

As the shadows move the light of day

To cling to that which bears

And only you were in my mind

To keep the air anew

As the balletic aura discounted history

For the golden city was pure

The river striated by the greater swathe of time

The derivative of motion

Fall the day’s parchments

To a feast owls screeching of the night

And there was you to keep the light disclosed

All the shifting and the rain

Held clear

Held trusting

The old haunts of the West

An ontological stalking ground

Feasting on the sinews of former tapestries

Looming in the walls the alley the hemlock imbibed as sacrament

And where the darker painting had been hung

Take your time a suspended death

Now washed out and over in vibrant color

In new life the morning star’s trinity

A light that fell for the evening chime

The twinkle of the hooded owl’s eye

She took long drags in the intersection of worlds

Deep rifts of time and place

Closed with the still of impotency

The devils passed into the esteem

Of a new Bohemian night

The maroon netherworld that touched the cobalt sky

In clean approach to appellant sin

The spheres are silent in the end

Movement to movement a lagging breeze

Drawn out the intellect its vagrant gaps

All fallen on the deaf ears of a glass figurine

Demystifying of the shrieking muse

Writing my body into the night

Became a foreigner to me

And there was you a new light to burn

’Las the light was much more pleasant

In its soft warmth than its aging fire

And this soft light would I to cling to

To hold my humble ruse

Beg hold the light

Even it’s unbearable

The vessel howled as it plunged

The bottomless tunnel

Even desperate it’s infinity

Sought laden rest in the black recesses

The clean light slanting and fading

The posthumous evening fog

Evanescing out thy time distraught

And parched transitionless sleep

Gentle time was naught thy clockwork heart

Racing for the close the dawn of black

Remembering the open shine

Willows of curtains bellowing the shafts of remnant

Hold your essence into onset void

And nightless sky a darker cobalt

Preserving what aura beauty singed the day

Would hold dear unto the hastening red dawn

A rapture was your thought

I kissed the born of shadows’ density

Aloft the falling skies

Colors’ grade the streets of days’ last ending

One long night bereft

Except that you would I be holding

Rejuvenating the spirit of its sugars

The blood of oranges a glucose meme

On roads that wound the tree of life

Out from concrete reality

The harsh wall of abstracting season

Dear logic the attorney of reason

Incorporating an intangible existence

In the communal opposition of the spirit

Resisting the gravity of cold truths

That left no space for lullabies of enlightenment

Sleeping on an age

Which in its farthest reaches

Destructured humanity its natural essence

And left us to roam the locus of desire

Quite absent of its impetus

Quite bereft of astral derivative

’Tis always quiet coming down

And still in the wandering dissension

There was you to cling to

And that it was my folding

To turn my eyes to sea

And seek the other shore

In this very life we’re holding

In this abyss we’re seen

Beauty the betrayal of appearance

Taking precedence of becoming

A cobalt dream

Gestalt the murmuring

Hollow the shells of evil

It was a relished scene

And you were humming

And the empty streets still dead of dreaming

Clung to the sin like fat tissue

Can you hold the light forbear disclosing?

Reveal the darker shade

In the cloak of hollow shame

The guilt of ages not one’s own

Yet forced to hear the drumming

Dancing on the waters of refracted time

A great gap sprung open

For the truth was far more dense

Than time had ever shown her humming

Sleep little child

Life is but a dream we’re running

And the walls were closing in

Except that you were on the podium

Except that you were speaking of the age

Fearless of becoming

The new film of skin on the grit scars

Of western history

The heart would keep on drumming

A perfect slip into the long of night

What shadow were you courting?

And what ether would sooth my aching hips

Still in the auras of potent blunts?

The music grazed off her lips

A prolific silhouette against the blinding white

The reflections of a cobalt star

Wrapped in the lingering haze of departure

The West was fading on the run

A wild dream it was

And only to you was I now coming

My carrier across the delving rift

Sheer time save face

The fjord was a rupture on the coast

The other shore was lunging out to sea

To capture me

Bring me you still sunning

Beneath cobalt skies and desire

And I thank you for the humming

It was a steady light this fire

Across the night I’m burning

The dark orbs a light simmer of perfection

Stained emerald suns

That had set through the fog

Condensed upon the close of history

And you were a clean shine

My instinct was a tracing to

The papier crumpled and ashed like a flake of nothing

The shards transparent like a sheet of ice

In a flight of dreams that I was skating on

Gazing on your sky

And sunning
Caught the rise of the East

Outside my curtains’ fantasies

There expected a splendid evening harbour


Jason Greendyk, www.jasongreendyk.com