r james sterzinger
After Reading Rilke - Poem by r james sterzinger
I shall walk the corners
Of reckless parting. I shall
Dance on the memories of light
I shall stalk the hem of the black
Widow's skirt and know
the partings of her heart.
I shall pry open the edges
of envelopes filled with sadness
open waves and oceans of bad news
I shall kiss the mouth of the Graveyard
Huntress. I shall mouth symphonies
of grief to the beauty of sunlit days.
I shall embrace tears as petals
I shall cast pearls before swine
With full vigor.
I shall read books that predict
My demise; I will embrace
The written word as a long lost lover.
I shall stare in silence and listen
To the morning bird's first echoes
His first mournful song. I shall
Tear at his crying, for his lost
Ones from the night.
I shall sing dirges at sunlight
Skip and dance
Wild at the fall of night.
I will joyfully enter my eternal grave
I shall buy a plot for my rest
Behind gates. On consecrated ground
Before I am gone, this I will do.
I will choose my madness, choose
My chaos, kissing both of them
On the brow. They give me meaning.
They teach me my craft.
I will taunt dogs at night
I will love women who cannot
Love me back. I will cry over them.
I will curse the writings of demons
Yet I will get to know all of mine
One by one by one.
I will produce incantations
Musings, songs, poems
That will never see the light of day
I will lose my heart and if need be
My soul to one I can only love from afar.
Then I will have truly lived with no remorse
I will truly have lived a life
One that only madmen and angels can dream of.
I will be written in the Lamb's Book of Life
Because He will understand how I wish Him
Even more than all of this
Because He is the one who has made me
Who understands my craft. I have read the Psalms,
I shall call this a life!
This is what I hope for.
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