Poem #4: Simplicity

Simplicity

You begin with a veritable plethora
Of luminescent words, spouting them
In alphabetical order over my
Uncaring, immobile face

In the tumultuous weather, we are stagnant
On a dilapidated porch swing, frozen
In a perpetuality of time and quality

And as your lips spread saccharine dreams,
I wander away to the amaranthine land
From which I came and to which
You will recede.

Here there are dragons,
Rearing their scaly heads
In the form of the murder
Of language And poetry.

But beyond that,
Into the indigo depths
Of an endless lake
You see the beginning
Of something past
These tired words
Of refrain

And I want to show you
That not everything
Is about the showmanship.

Sometimes, it’s a single breath,
And sometimes,
It’s one heartfelt word,
And sometimes,
It’s just-