Monday, August 11, 2014

Headline Poem 8/11/14 -- her Captain surrenders

In honor of Robin Williams. May he now be free of pain. 

her Captain surrenders

the 
unpredictability grows
like a vine, 
allusive, small, chemical, 
toxic, fast. 
He prays 
it will pass. But when he gets what he wants, it just comes back. 

The shrieking 
noise that suffocates and tricks 
is inescapable. It's all he knows to feel the panic of the unknown. 
     To know is to suffer 
from an undesired fate. 
He waits. He paints his face red and hot. He has them laughing 
on the spot. 

The lights fade and what remains is 
jumbled, groggy, unsafe. 
He must create a messier space. Blue elbows and bow ties and wrought iron. He peeks through, but has forgotten why. 

He cries. Loved there but not inside. 

There one minute, falling 
off a cliff the next. His heart breaks. 

She cannot share. 
The captain is no longer strong. He will die. She fears it. He is starting to fear it too. His head's on the block, ready to be chopped. He fights, but 
his hands are tied. 
The only thing left to
do 
is give in to 
the pulsating chaos that exists 
on the underbelly of distress, hitching a ride to a paradise of stones. Hard and jagged, he's too tired to roam. 

So he moans in agony, spikes cutting through his skin. He's bleeding, but scared to let them in. 

He begins
    to lose 
control. He knows. It's happened before behind the smoke stacks of his youth, empty cupboards, broken pottery, and no where to turn. 

I'm 
addicted to you, fear. He yells. 
go to you in the morning 
though you are bad for my head.  
fight you off the rest of the day 
     and then it breaks 
and 
can't escape 
to any place but inside 
the bottom of your cellar door. 

Your rustic, rotten cellar door -- 
  that  frightens and comforts me
(Momentarily. My head isn't straight)
yet 
cannot recreate. It's a smell 
I
don't dare try to explain. 
did that once and won't ever again. 
Like dust. 
I'll 
fight you. 
Until 
can no longer muster the strength. 
My heart's abandoned now and can't be replaced. That's the last part of me. 
was hoping it wouldn't go. 

August snow. She watches as
     her Captain
     surrenders.