Treasure Island

Mark Heathcote

(22/03/66 / Manchester)

I Remember My Own Insanities…


Oh, what presence attends our emptiness … this…?
I've dived down drowning with these daylight thieves
Falling deeper and deeper in their stone dead sleep, in this…
Angel enclave: We dug all for our lost fairy souls.
Like ghost listening to anchored ship wind chimes.

Oh the lightening bugs laugh with our love above the mountain heather
As we run with our jam jars downstream forever.
0h, I feel like a fly in the corner of some thoughtful lost feeling
The feeling of lungs fragility, the fragility of flying sails, or not...

Oh, I remember days and the years in bedsits, just sleeping, hoping each day never—began.
Oh, I feel hunger and loneliness and anger; always tugging within me.
And neighbors that I wished, would vacate, go astray like a dog chasing a bitch.
Oh, I'd wish them all hit by a car and left in a graveyard ditch
With beating wings that just twitched forth and back.

Oh, I remember cold November days, till the dawn uncoiled lifted up its anchor
Like a unicorns horn in mid mild March through the red neon light and neon-blue air.
Shivering like a bird like a skylark flying in frantic circles still as a sphinx
Oh, and the hoofs of the rash that do all their curtsies in the shadows in candy waves.

Oh, I remember rotten friendships that started out so promising
I remember the anointed yellow amber grease left there…?
By the flies trapped beating wings, closing spread on the window pane.
Oh, I remember the moon-milk-white mosses growing on the kitchen walls.
Oh, and my pale bones each day barely echoed, put food in me.

Heart I don't want anyone; I don't belong in this ageless atrium.
In this angel's enclave, living on cornbread and sleep again…
Oh, I remember my own insanities, feeling saintly, sinking, vainly
Full of lady bird's winter shelved grief. I've dived down drowning
With ever breaths intake crushed like a cockroach.
Oh, I've dived down drowning with these daylight thieves…
And crawled on my knees and it was all anchored in wind chimes
Hanging on a wave; hanging on a note of the fortuneteller's harp.

In that harbor of honey wine and bread in that angel enclave we dug
For our entire lost fairy wisps our ships bell drowning soul's laughter.

Oh, I remember cold November days, till the dawn uncoiled lifted up its anchor
Like a unicorns horn in mid mild March through the red neon light and neon-blue air.
Shivering like a bird like a skylark flying in frantic circles still as a sphinx
Oh, and the hoofs of the rash that do all their curtsies in the shadows in candy waves.

Till we danced and the angels united and we kissed by the fires that hissed in ruin.

Submitted: Saturday, June 16, 2012
Edited: Thursday, October 04, 2012

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

What do you think this poem is about?



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (I Remember My Own Insanities… by Mark Heathcote )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. Doomsday, Sylvia Plath
  2. The search for perfect, Jenny Santiago
  3. King and Queen of Hearts, Philo Yan
  4. How can you rehabilitate us, Aftab Alam
  5. All Over, Edward Kofi Louis
  6. Haram II, Edward Kofi Louis
  7. Pick-Ups!, Edward Kofi Louis
  8. AK-47, Edward Kofi Louis
  9. Poem for Dwayne, Jenny Santiago
  10. Raschid, Edward Kofi Louis

Poem of the Day

poet Robert Louis Stevenson

AT last she comes, O never more
In this dear patience of my pain
To leave me lonely as before,
Or leave my soul alone again.... Read complete »

   

Member Poem

Trend Poems

  1. 04 Tongues Made Of Glass, Shaun Shane
  2. The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost
  3. Invictus, William Ernest Henley
  4. At Last She Comes, Robert Louis Stevenson
  5. Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou
  6. Daffodils, William Wordsworth
  7. If, Rudyard Kipling
  8. If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda
  9. Still I Rise, Maya Angelou
  10. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou

Trend Poets

[Hata Bildir]