Twenty-Past Three

It’s funny a conjugal union,

that to a wider audience,

bore the verisimilitude

of parenthood.

For this little one

that found herself

deposited in their care,

the order of the day was

to proceed cum grano salis.

Her, implacably ruthless,

Him, surreptitiously lustful,

Collectively they personified

the paradigm of coffering abuse.

I was deft at imaginatively escaping

this temporal existence,

to a being incorporeal,

skilled in the power of inviolability.

This aegis may be described

as an ephemeral one,

the return to the reality

of a crepuscular darkness

inevitable.

Literary adjuvants

offered further succour,

and are now the most

familiar of friends.

Determination and an angel

Betty purged the affects of this

misappropriation of innocence.

The past now but a cadaver,

redolent with decay.

Future is the chalice, the Topkapi

of this closing scene for

that is where I came from,

this is where I’m going to.

Blood on my hands,

Now awoken from my torpor

Induced

By three decades of

subconscious vacation.

Swollen limbs,

the containers of shame,

astute in the collected art

of secrecy and silence.

This body atrophied to a kind of amphigam,

a city of the world’s desire decimated

to a mass of occluded orifices,

a pilfered cornucopia

nauseous with the pungent yearning

to become the sort of place

That means to detain you

Austerity is the aesthetic,

It began with early-morning hallucinations,

blisters appeared ominously thick scars

bathing me in the blood of another.

The body wears its’ shame

heavily, remorselessly.

My abiding memory…

hemmed in by white-coated technicians

with startling efficiency,

foraging like eager hunting dogs

deep in to the path to the womb

to their expected course.

Tradition dictates that this

assault is accompanied.

The final push, dark and relentless

We didn’t shake hands officially.

Yes for those who pummelled

our soft bodies we remain strangers.

The rising sun is warming the tops of the trees.

We are not is Shakespeare’s Arden now

but through the branches it is just possible to see

the endless sky stretching out before you,

If the wind will take you there.