lover’s fall.
he is walking inside this room
head down fashioning the doom
packed up tight the muscle need
a blue faced window caving heed
wick of candle edging low
fathomless a heartless blow
weaker fingers abruptly flick
this hand is fading in the sick
holding curtains at a wall
plastic features molding crawl
hips concocted in a twist
hitching voice might soon insist
pick a fluid jarring vein
a mother nodding is insane
heat beneath a windowsill
the heart is beating from the will
shake a mortal singing thought
a vacancy is what he bought
sheets so wet a patient price
cataclysmic shirking vice
happen in a dreaming stance
a pomp and choking circumstance
slip months to life behind an eye
break reflection in his cry
the lover reeling in this skin
tormented slowly from within
he is flummoxed shadow art
cordoned drawn and ripped apart
stop in floppy sideways breath
loose his arms in solemn death.
(C)2012 Christopher Vaughn
Photo: (C) Melissa Bailey.
Published by Christopher Vaughn
Born in Allentown, Pennsylvania in 1971 and moved all over the world as a military brat, my first venture into writing occurred in my heart early in childhood when I became obsessed with science fiction books by Jules Verne, Dan O Bannen, Isaac Asimov and Ray Bradbury. It was early elementary school when I discovered Robert Frost and his pen struck me. I was wanting to be in the worlds he painted. After several honors English classes and more obsessive reading of Madeleine L'Engle and Stephen King, I knew writing was a calling. In the 80's I was also enamored with electronic bands Depeche Mode and Front 242 and seminal bands like Skinny Puppy and Click Click which influenced my writing as well. In the 90's I was transformed when I discovered Clive Barker, he was the total package. Artist, Painter, Sculptor, Writer, Poet, Director...I became a survivalist writer. A term I coined by the nature of writing through feeling...letting go of the negative and hurt. Which if you are a poet, is what you do. It's not all just about creative churning. It's letting out what you feel inside of you. I continue to write poetry, short stories and lyrics to survive...
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