Written in 2013 – Page 5 – Hearts Still Care

A Chip At A Time

A chip at a time,
That is how it breaks.
No reason, no rhyme,
No vampire stakes.

A word that’s spoken,
Or a frozen glance,
Forgotten token,
Or no one to dance.

A chip at a time,
My love, that is all,
Nothing sublime,
No epic fall.

Chip away slowly,
Time does its best,
They said it’s holy,
It should pass the test.

But slowly it chips
The torment is great.
Bloody it drips,
Surrender to fate.

Love’s the chisel,
Hope’s the hammer,
Feel the pain sizzle,
Hear the clamour.

All will go, I fear,
Nothing left that’s mine,
Fucked in the rear,
A chip at a time.

There is an urgency
To late life, a calling,
A surreal falling,
Through a dark vacancy.

There is a tearing pain
Which can never be found.
You cannot make a sound
For nothing’s left to gain.

An endless fall at night.
The body caves a stop;
But all it does is drop
Through kaleidoscopic blight.

Through thought and desire,
Through future, present and past,
What you hoped would not last
Calls hope a bald liar.

Dreams shatter as you fall,
Arms flailing and legs spread.
Each shard says it’s not dead,
Your heart’s an overhaul.

You cease to think or know.
You just fall endlessly,
Through that dark vacancy,
With dead joy and dead woe.

5:00am
28th aug.

The cacophony of the soul

Is like a coin in an empty tin can,

Rattling away at the insides

Whenever shaken.

To stop this erroneous shaking,

One must be still.

Fuck up.

Being still doesn’t work with the soul,

As countless wise men have alluded.

I am guessing

Their souls had already transmigrated

Into another box.

So they could sit under trees

And smile and talk to us about their stillness.