axe2amendedfence:

By Dacre Montgomery

Painted dots.

Blue, white and brown.

Water, salt and sugar.

Sweet, tart.

Two sea-salt crusted flats.

Flats of land, jammed.

Tidal ripples.

~

You skimmed.

Thrown,

blown into force.

I can’t grasp myself.

Reaching into the black space in between.

Distance in body but not mind.

How sublime,

It must be to think like he.

He is not me though, how I wish to be as simple,

And as free.

~

Burdens are a gift,

Thrifted from the greatest of he’s and she’s and bestowed upon me.

To see, to feel, burdened by insecurity.

The irony.

Ashamed to have blamed that peach nose and sphere world heart.

I know parts of you but like the world and its vastness.

It’s beauty,

I have not tasted all of you.

You trapped and draped your silk skin around me.

Not him.

And silently I listen in.

~

Woman: Over there, on the other side of the room. One of the steel panels flew open.

Man: Sure didn’t. There’s a light on in the room there.

Woman: Tex.

Man: Well let’s go see. At least we can hear ourselves walking now. Gee I like to make noise when my feet hit the floor. Well that’s something now isn’t it? Look at the room

Woman: Oh Tex, what an attractive little room. Like that stateroom on that fine ocean liner.

Child: Mother.

~

Boom, boom.

Now.

I have to speak to seek guidance.

Hello,

I am him.

You met, you set hopes, you eloped.

And I choked in the night from fright.

Idle I wait.

For that heartbeat.

For she to see, to see he.

He wants to explore,

To explore more, more of her.

Her heartbeat.

Her heartbeat that is the world.

~

The dreams I had about you were, for a moment, real.

We got to live in the unbroken seal.

No restraints, so simple and sweet.

Short and sweet,

Honey and wheat.

In the sky at night we watched the stars.

The stars that shone a million lives lost and won.

A sky filled with infinite possibilities.

Nothing is finite in the evening light.

Ropes, hold us.

Love, binds us.

And air floats us.

~

People speak of love,

Legends of love

Stories long for told of love between the young,

And the old.

A complex puzzle.

Centuries have tried to figure you out but there is no figuring you out,

You are without a doubt the biggest mystery of all.

You are complex and simple and unpredictable.

You are the waves, the tides and the current,

Born of the sea, a complete mystery.

Opaque, cloudy.

Can’t quite make out what I seem to think you’re about.

Weaved and woven.

Knitted together like a sweater for the coldest weather.

Tight.

But soft and warm.

~

Woman: Irma. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not.

Man: I don’t know what to say, I’m all choked up.

Woman: Oh Al, this is a moment I’ve waited for.

axe2amendedfence:

Spaghetti

By Dacre Montgomery

Spaghetti.

Circle, circle, round, circle.

He goes and she goes, walk right up and round.

Round pendulum swinging,

And it’s beginning to look a lot like

Christmas.

White,

Strike 1, 2,

And me.

You’re out.

~

He’d go wherever she goes, you go, she goes.

Going past the clouds.

Through the rip in the sky so high.

Brown and orange, orange is loose and warm and ripples like juice.

Cools you,

Aids you.

~

Whisper in my ear, whisper me secrets make me warm in my senses tingle.

That first night when I saw your skin gleaming,

And your eyes were beaming.

Whisperer me okays and loves and happinesses.

Whisperer me the plural of love,

Durable are spacious contagious as if I’m locked in the basement filled with water,

That last bit of air is eating me from the inside out.

~

Take it away from me hehehe don’t laugh at he,

He’s human and trying.

Trying too long and hold and close in.

In and in.

Inside of you pouring in.

Street night light covered from the fog in the night night,

It’s like an egg atop a crown.

It fell down and cracked and bent out of shape and began to create.

Something small,

Crawling and yawning and forming.

I growl at it.

Faint-hearted fool I growl at you.

Let me out of this pool.

~

My distaste,

Like rotten toothpaste.

In my mouth yelling out behind my lungs.

No air can get there.

There is far away from here,

From you to me.

Bounce bounce bounce the ball,

Off the wall.

Beating my head against the wall that’s far too tall.

~

I’m screaming underwater,

Drowning and yelling.

Aqua in my lungs like jellyfish,

All water and no matter.

Why doesn’t it matter?

Why doesn’t it matter what I’m supposed to do?

Why can I not hear you?

I’m screaming,

Isolated and alone and blown.

Freezing.

Cracked like dry Earth.

When I speak only healing.

~

That moment,

Hanging in opaque beauty,

The edge of the storm,

Something withdrawn.

homiehopperrr:

Valentine

Land to sea

Salt crust, high tea

Twentieth day,

Thirty-three short

Seeing you I came up short

The day I met you, started like this

I had not yet discovered bliss

Blissfully awaiting that fateful date

Cruise through new streets,

Wide open tarmac

Leather back,

Youk trees, birds, seas

Take me back so I can hold it

It is time,

Fine like sand

It dances and falls through my hand

Take me back so I can feel it

Feel meeting a stranger

I remember, is it the first house?

Houses one, two or three

That one,

With white walls, green arches

That one with a softness in its garden

Tires stop,

Engine hot

Hands on the wheel and time stood still

And then rushed forward

The western sun spilt shadows across your lawn

White door opened and I saw a perfect form

‘Twas you

I kept poise, profile forward

Scared

Can she see me?

My ifs and buts came to a halt,

Your hand cradled the door and then a jolt

Open

I saw your bronze skin in the door opening and in

Leg first, white skirt

Softening

Without a word,

Without flirting you sank in

Seats like buckets flowing over the brim.

Then ‘twas you

Poised, profile forward

Scared?

No.

You turn and you look me through

I had never seen someone like you

You pierced me in daggers of blue

Topaz forest with a trillion cut edges

The pressures of life, has forced out a diamond

Earth’s rarest at a mere six inches from my ear

Then she spoke

Without a joke,

Or a moment of fear

Though destiny had shown me her face,

I was stopped and stammered in this place

I drove forward, not knowing exactly where it was,

Exactly that I was going to be going

We travel through the day,

Making our way up the brown lines of the earth

Exploring many areas,

Some new, some old

We eat, bold

Eyes locked in an unfamiliar mold

I can’t peel away

Like an orange, citrus cracking under the pressure

No.

You’re more like a sweet peach

Nothing to measure

Except sweet,

When our eyes meet

To ask

To wonder

To fall

What a day

What a first day it has been,

For you and me

Land to sea,

Salt crust, high tea

Twentieth day,

Thirty-three short

Seeing you I came up short

The day I met you, ended like this

I turned to you and I put my hand on yours

It was smooth like silk,

Warm like bed

I softened and moved towards your head

I proclaim my desire like a Shakespearean fable

And then after merely a moment,

I put everything on the table

We kissed

It was simple, it was bliss

You had me

My heart was in your hand,

Before you could even understand

You’re a map,

Evil right up your back

Toes to the top of the stack

—By Dacre Montgomery,

from his podcast DKMH