National Poetry Month (1/30)

I am attempting 30/30 this month, thirty poems in thirty days, that I will be sharing here and on my 30/30 Blog. The last three years have been hard to unpack, so I am starting to reconcile my disappointment, and emotional duress and the words are forming. Most if not all of these attempts will be rough.

Here's the first one

Vaticination

noun vuh-tiss-uh-NAY-shun

1 : something foretold : prediction

2 : the act of prophesying

the worst

the best kind of lies

are told in the dark

sliding from whiskey soaked lips

slurring platitudes

like they have enough weight

to keep you

grounded

as you float above yourself

a sensation you will not remember

when dawn breaks

when the sun ignites

fumes of spent desire

as the forgetting begins

love recedes

falls back to lust

reclaiming the lonely it always was

even as it pretended

to be what it never

would

the bells ringing

missed intentions  

go unheard

a crashing

a siren singing songs

full of repressed shadows

hand over my mouth

no sound escapes

no utterance of anything solid

a fluttering thing

that holds your attention

holds it

as long as the glass is full

ice reflecting the hues of miscommunication

measured in proofs

in how much hope

you can hold between mutual distractions

when pleasure is so self-serving

it calls out its own name

hoards everything else

See these

these are the best ones

the lies that can only remember

who you are

once you’ve left

the only part

you did not ever think

you would lose again