Treasure Island

gordon nosworthy


the weight of silence


lay the writing burden down
the silence stabs at your heart
uncap all the tubes
a lifetime of paint uncapped and oozing
take the stand
as witness for the silence
see the silence form in eyes
glazed with the noise of mist
sometimes i am the silence
choked with clouds

there were answers once
lots of them
so many they threatened sanity with too much coherence
whether there were answers or not there were answers
every time a silence untied
an answer bloomed and erupted to seal it locked
all the answers i ever needed for all the silences i ever experienced
i used ideas like nails, words to hammer the silences shut
i used paint to cover the stains
to cover the stains
to cover the stains
which always bleed through
leaving the canvas heavier and heavier to bear
even standing over there in the corner
ready to fall down

pretense has a way of turning ever so slowly into fog
drifting like assassins over the ground
following the contours with the symphony of shadows
they dance, the fog with the shadows
they ascend embrace cleave bow and then are vanished
the music the only reminder
driven by the silence
it never falters
listen – the music of silence swells
spreads evenly over the ground
filling in contours topographies excuses rationalities the fuzzy blare of cheap speakers
listen – a clear note - a silence
horns trumpets drums big drums
i see the mallets hammering home the silence
how can that be
how
hammering silence

there are no answers anywhere in evidence
there used to be
i could answer everything
now the silence is too much
now the silence sweet violin of silence
the strings of long succulent juicy silence
surrounds me
i want to falllllllllllllllll
as yet i do not know the way
it is blocked
blocked
my nitro is useless
my strength has lost its ability to hold the silence
to bring it close
to caress it
it gathers encircling me
full of characters of vapour

Submitted: Friday, May 16, 2014

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