Home Poem by Derek Fitzpatrick

One last caress
Expand my chest
Breathe out the rest
Spit blood from these lungs
On her new white dress
I admit it. Yes I must confess.
It was all perceived as a blind mans test
I failed to fail at best
Drowning out cliches
Couldnt hear the beat
Beneath her breast
Felt the edge
Of the sun to soothe
A moon to mourn
I am right at home.
Feeling reborn
A Comfortable place
Waste or haste
In the golden grace
Bending the blaze
Blended into haze
This is what I crave..

Day by day
Another Raven mocked
& a Crow to roam
I search for it
A perfect forfeit fit
Cant hear the tone.
Guillotine the neck
That held the crown
Above the throne
The sky reflects imperfections
Snatch up the clouds
To shroud the known
You & I, askewed crooked eyes
Crudely looking blind
A 1 petaled Rose,
Thorns exposed
Sprung through concrete
Entwine in hope
Until veins coil,
Snakes grind & elope
Tangled swamp undergrowth..
Unto Underworld Underglow
Beauty boils in the beast
Way down below.
The beat I can hear
But cant feel it flow
Trapped in my glass cage
Not a stone to throw
Day & night blend & fade
An unfamiliar shade
A playwright with no stage
A quotable phrase
'The Most Comfortable Place'