Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Vincent Hayes. Poem: Sand Oasis

 

SAND OASIS

By: Vincent John Hayes

 

You tell me that it's hard sometimes

To make your feet align.

I hesitate to speak

But I think you're just hopelessly inclined

And hell-bent to abide

To the taunting gestures

Of blinded strangers.

These baseless fantasies are making your mind

Ire,

Because you know damn well

That every road is a lonely one

In good time

And that's just osmosis

In its most basic nature

Taking and splitting all of your bliss

And leaves you searching for another

Sand Oasis  

 

Pack your baggage

And sharpen your beak

Yea, I'm gona stagger

Right from this could of defeat

In the roads that are to come

I'll find someone else just like me

See them dead where they fell

And I'll scavenge

On their cathartic meat.

 

Did you forget to pack away

Some light?

Is that why you chase the sun around the Earth?

Hoping that it might

Someday give a home to your cruse.

You know damn well that the sun will return

On its normal course

But that's not what you need

Not right now, no, of course

So says that holy ghost

With a wanderer's blisters on his feet.

Sometimes I wonder if anything of yours

Will ever be requited

When you're so navigational and spasmodic

I know the ideas are disquieting

And I can see the urges are leaking from your

Pours

To be sensational and nomadic

Hoping that it might cure

Your ugly stasis

Yea, she's gona search for her

 Sand Oasis.

 

Pack your baggage

And sharpen your beak

Yea, I'm gona stagger

Right from this could of defeat

In the roads that are to come

I'll find someone else just like me

See them dead where they fell

And I'll scavenge

On their cathartic meat.

 

Broken down and sorry

She's contemplative

And wants to know exactly why

She was never happy

She's failed to find that common purpose

And knows that this is the end of her story

But just the beginning of so many more divorces

Still to come are future remorses

And their courses for settling down

Without a sound

But now, at least, there no more reasons to be sad

Or frowning

She's picked off those scabs

Of arthritis

And has finally found her

Sand Oasis