NaPM April 5 2014

[milo]

Raindrops in the Hellespont

I lit the lamp, like any other night,
and waited by the window in the gown
that you love best. I pictured you
making your powerful strokes across the strait,
braving the storm to consummate our love.
You were late, as usual, and I dozed off.
I didn't see the wind blow out the light.
You must have felt so lost, and swam around
in circles for who knows how long. I cried
at morning, snow had turned to rain -
I saw you washed ashore like driftwood, tears
from Venus splashing in the skim beside
you where you lay. I sang the song of falling,
and dove to join the splashes by your side.

You've really developed an easier touch recently. This poem should definitely be workshopped after NaPM.

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Satan Gets Drunk in the Rain.

I cursed at heavens spit that fell
Falling over my head.
It rained above from fluffy thrones
Reminding me of death

That foul incest begotten fiend
That lurks in gentle drops
Encasing freedom within bounds
Providing ors in plots.

I wondered whether speaking might
Be prideful, whether words
I spoke would wreak a world of havoc,
But scoffed and wrought my works.

“I’ll find another way to drown
I’ll learn by Lycidas
I’ll not be taken by the sea
And sipped by greater straws.”

Imbibing on my own decree
I held a flaming cup
That held a burning sea and hoped
Despairing at the pub.

Good to see you back to writing, brownlie.