Sea Of Teenage Tragedies
Teenage trauma
Drunk your milk
Boiled through bones,
As it swallowed split marrow
Through a chasm of groans,
Its Greek chorus
Of nervy phantom wolves
Howling ritual dirge,
Under rumpled velvet skies
Dearth of moon’s candle.
Storming furies in kettles
With galled steam spitting haze,
Throw brutal scorched screams
Clawing classroom walls.
Draws bosom cleaved tides,
And white knuckled seaside,
Your sinking pillow fantasies
Upon your sickbed of life,
Leaving blood ocean’s smeared prints
On stained glass windows,
In the cryptic cobwebbed convent
Of mind.
Teen royal
You could have been
If God’s stitch
Knitted a robe,
But the tailor of dreams,
Hacked at your clothes,
To devour skimmed dreams
From the cream of your soul.
Teenage tragedies
Wore you down
To quartz quartered stone,
Crushing you
With the brittle edged ache
Of hollowed heartbreak,
As you sailed away from the wailing Furies.
Those devil horned years
Are now just a tinny moan
Of sulking memory.