(Poetry) Spiral

Along with reams of short stories, and longer attempts at fiction, I’ve written countless poems over the decades. The bulk were written in my teens and twenties and I literally have folders full of handwritten and typewritten compositions.

I’d been threatening to put a selection into print since the mid-90’s. I remember discussing it with an old girlfriend in ’95 but a number of things always seemed to stop me. Part of that was not really being sure if I wanted to share them with the world, part was never having the time to go through what was amounting to thousands of bits of paper – ranging from typed and formatted finished compositions to hand written stanzas on the back of paper bags, or anything I had at hand when inspiration hit.

A few years ago I finally got round to sorting out a collection and published them under the title “Wild Card Symphonies”. Consisting of three smaller volumes of my work, “Wild Card Symphonies”, “Cry To Me”, and “This Graveyard Heart”, the book totaled just over 120 poems. You can buy a copy (plug plug) through Lulu on one of the links at the bottom of the page if you like what you read and want to have more.

Spiral

I am watching my desire

Go walking out of the door

And I remember wise men saying

‘Out of sight is out of mind’.

Well, I guess they didn’t know,

And I guess I’ll never care.

I still taste the sweat of her tears

And smell that fragrance

Of the silk you used to wear.

But I guess I don’t really care

Because if I did I wouldn’t be asking

Where are my tears ?

You can play your music

As loud as you want to,

I won’t hear it anymore,

I just get caught up in the rhythm

And the predictions the lights make

Cascading on the floor.

If there is such a thing as love

It’s a dangerous energy to explore.

I don’t know its true domain,

In your heaven or in your hell?

All I know is the wise men lied

And you’re out of sight infesting my mind.

I want to watch you

As you drown in yourself.

I want to watch you

As you come around again.

I want to watch you

Spiral.

I want you

And I want your God.

The pressure is increasing,

The heat of my pain.

My desire keeps teasing

And I don’t know if I care enough

To part with hard earned dollars

For the sake of my foolish pride.

(SPIRAL; By A R J Abranson; 15-03-94/20:57)

My poetry anthology, Wild Card Symphonies, is available to buy now on Lulu in both Softcover and Dust Jacket Hardcover.

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Wild Card Symphonies, Cry To Me & This Graveyard Heart are Copyright ©2015, Angus Abranson. All rights reserved.
Cover design by George C. Cotronis (Ravenkult Studios, www.ravenkult.com) Copyright © 2015 Angus Abranson
The moral right of the author has been asserted.
No reproduction in part or in whole without prior written permission from the author of the copyright owner.

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