JUNE 2006

> FACELESS REDEMPTION | clifford k. watkins, jr.

rocking chairs vacant
the lone whisperer reinvents himself
standing anew
someone else
other than you
envisioning unknown realms
a crucifix painted blue
a lucky buckeye
and swirling immaculate hues

darkness has friends
spinning wild lies
cloud-faced depression
pacified with awkward tongues
too tired to pretend
breathing with angry lungs
unable to mend
memories spin
I'm him again
to my chagrin
it never ends

the windows run
our quest is done
wandering through barren wilderness
a golden beggar's sun
lost reflections
memories of rust
spilling lies
liquid lives
parched by excess
leave nothing to trust
a shed of coal dust
a fine mess
blown into a furious gust
you've been blessed
redemption is a must

awakened to
a dawn of strangers
blind assumptions
repression clears
the path of doom
absent tears
consolidating madness
insanity looms
swimming in our fear
words empty
a stranger is breathing near

condensation rolls on shards of glass
a glimmer of obsession
it comes to pass
one can dream
delusional bliss
it comes fast

transcend everything
become anything

a million fragments of myself
a world on a whim
seeking solace
someone else
opening my eyes for a fallen friend
trying to be a universe again!

sneezing out coal dust
dancing around the pigpen
skipping into the apple orchard
wild-eyed strangers encircling fire
unconscious confessions
a setting so dire
uninhibited fools
naked mannequins
whispering heedless words

moonshine warming their hands
unlocking their minds simple strands
burning lines
beneath a sky of lunacy
pretending everything is okay
screams of futility
kicking at imaginary dogs
haunts his existence
jousting at a face of bliss
a caustic wit
or a closed fist
remnants of lost worlds
pointless swirls
unexpected guile
they're easily unfurled

shell casings
blood-stained knives
disrupted sleep
untrained eyes
evil arrives
the world is a mound
of clueless tiers
hands down
liberation hides
switching gears
reality slides
and surreal scenery goes flying by

minds are emptied into night's reign
he's never the same
anything but the norm
grand uncertainty
a single flame
a fragmented plane
the promise of light
demeaning names
and an underlying sacred swarm
ending the game
the eyes are cold
the water is warm

we live
we lie
we linger undone
so timorously racing
against a swollen sun

make your fate
and create

beyond us lies everything
anything more than our meager lives

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