NEW POETRY

Six Months

Six months
Is some turning point
In any situation:
In relationships
Abstinence
Is much harder.
In sobriety
Staying so
Is a trial
When crystal
Resolves are rung
Rung by
Temptation—
What to do?
Down hill
Loge at high speeds?
It starts
With masturbation
Letting yourself
Go – little by little
Until there is nothing
Just coming down.
The addiction’s grasp
So tight – your forget
What a model man
You’ve become
You succumb?
Sway under the force?
Or stand tall?
Baby sit those
Still young?
Hold their hair—
Help them walk—
Catch them when
They fall – they always do.
But who is there
To catch you?
Crystals catch you
But sometimes
They break.

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Cuckoo Clock

I feel that too many times
I have been at the doorstep
Of greatness soaked in the tears
Of some forgotten god
Only to be turned away
With haste by my own heals
Wheeling in a 360 like
Motocross break dancing
Down the street I go
Back to where I am no one
Where I blend with furniture and walls
That’s just fine – I’ll bid my time
Living inside a big cuckoo clock
Coming out on the hour
And 360ing back into my door
It’s a big world out there
But this track steers me away
While on the hour every hour
I try to break free.

©Liam Elliott 2007. All Rights Reserved.