Bittersweet Honeysuckle 22

At the hour of darkness when twilight fades
The rush of starlight enters into me, change
Like a paper airplane gliding without sound
I’m taking off but I’m running out of ground
Butterfly caught in the wires of a rusty cage
On the horizon, a distant shoreline is made
A lighthouse suffers a torment of crashing waves
Into the harbor of loving arms, despite all the rage
These buried burdens, a noose of heavy chains
Agony, the consequence of an acidic rain
Still standing inside a future of a shattered past
I’m looking to escape the virus, the rancorous rat
Prophetic bleeding, raw and bare all, the wrist
Shortsighted by numbness, this cancerous grip
Intoxicated rush hour hangover, tunnel vision
Death row zero, opaque, head-on collision
Silence beneath the wings, disastrous decadence
Comatose rambling, tombs, words without sense
And it all comes down to this very slab of stone
Looking introspectively but with element unknown
Cantankerous rapture, where has my heart gone to?
I haven’t missed a page but I’m beginning to miss you.

© 2007 Cordell J. Larkin