Dust Desire

My beloved books
Are scattered across the floor
And I'm visiting the past
In lotus pose
My footloose hell has
Begun twitching

Sharp straws poking out of
Stuffed scarecrow.

Bright and scary
An umbilical parade of
Winking lights
Dim the soul's
Choral chords of
Music!

Awake O beast
I ready the feast.

My torment party canopies
Your skewered rods
My sky dew eyes
Uplifts your arrogance,
My tired skin mists
My wet blue mind
Gnawing upon this vast
sigh
Of an emptiness.

The agony of timeless
endurance.

The cold wind lashes
Across widower peaks and bay,
A wet slap of reminder upon
My crushed and shameless face.

Briny memoirs salted preserved
Away.

Sailing by rancorous ill winds
At gaping rugged ruddy blood red skies
Ancient anchors tugging
reluctant...
Oh lift up the slime tangled fangs of lies!

Soft hued coastal plains in hushed
Variegation of melting greens
An arched courtyard
Opening onto temple,
Unearthly deserted scene.

A feast for a God
Set upon table
Smashed awry
Vases cracked caressing
the abject floor littered
Like a frittered
Fable.

Time hangs thin in
Ribbons of blue
Bleeding pus into
Access through abscesses
That  leads back again
Through hazy trickster mess
Burning books and bridges
In mind's decadent
endless maze.

Wipe the whiplash drool
Off saline face.
Angels of anguish
Lead me on,
To languish
Together...
Ever your fool
and clown.

Languid we descend
Darkling stairs,
Our bewildering destiny.
Step
By lonely step

Tremble upon
The  abyss,
Echoing love
Under each
Footfall lies
Another
Unfinished
Turgid chapter.

Exhaling the exhumed lines
Of all my books.
And licking forest tongues of flippant
Funeral fires.
My breathless lungs lunge for expelled
Hope,
Longing to inhale
Life's incence to the brim
And end forever pangs of
Dust desires.

© Amrita Valan 2015