Goodnight, Penelope

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Goodnight, Penelope

Down by the river
I step on a mollusk
as he slurps on a reed;
while utter nonsense takes the world for granted,
a great silence wants to go to hell,
myself
an accident on purpose

it sees these organs,
mine, sans me,
scooped up by the wind,
unhinged like scrumptious mothers
on 8th floor balconies
quenching the furies of their lips
with long drags.

Scurry with me, soul,
a demented shaman
kneels on his cobs;
tranquility has the skin crawling
for punishment,
and belonging,
for home.

I shall
unbutton the water to wake its dead,
slice the scenery
to profanities of sewed-up lilies.
Above, Shiva bleeds like bergamot.
Below, unrest grows into love.
In between, my hands
like two funnels
empty my chest like a gorge,
give dysentery to the psalm,
beer bottles and receipts and pocket dust
to the smooth surface

of the bed, made
green and unknowing
as I lay there, in war,
like a bayou:
dark, lonely, wet,
an undecipherable blue,
sliced through the middle, full
by the trunk of the little boat
that Death is rowing through.

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~ by Oloriel on May 12, 2017.

12 Responses to “Goodnight, Penelope”

  1. Really like, “Shiva bleeds like bergamot.”

  2. “i shall / unbutton the water”
    great line. ~

  3. Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
    Oloriel Moonshadow/Color me in Cyanide and Cherry

  4. Reblogged this on Secret First Draft: Member of the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
    Oloriel Moonshadow/Color me in Cyanide and Cherry . .

  5. Ah, the utter despair and solemnity of expression; it’s painful and yet quite a familiar image.
    “tranquility has the skin crawling/for punishment” sets the mood and establishes it further through other wondrous images. I love the kind of thought that delves into the understanding of what this goodnight stands for. Death rows through in the end, leaving bodies battered, cold and lonely, for what chance or fate do we have but this!?

  6. Poignant, and chilling. Your verses are very visual!

  7. The image of water throughout the poem makes it very strong.

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