An Ax in the Moon.

Above the planetary jet stream,
asunder, and bellowing,
I hear the heavy dripping,
a reserve blood supply, spilling,
I feel the blackness choking,
so much misery, throttling,
I feel the years behind you,
that drag a weight of fading loyalty;

Above the universal hollering,
beneath, and woven intricately,
I sense the teardrops pattering,
I see through vision, gone blurry,
I see the darkness encompassing,
misdirected, ill-detected feeling,
I feel the loss ahead of you
awaiting your every personal move;

Below the deepest pit of humanity,
struggling to surface, violently,
I hear your poetic story-telling,
I know each word before its ring,
I see distances between, widening,
I see the fractured lines, separating,
I know your most secret of things
I feel every pump to your heart, darling.

12 thoughts on “An Ax in the Moon.

  1. Reblogged this on Perso~in~Poesia and commented:

    Picture this.

    I get a buzz, like a little birdie does and see a post that startled me. My fucking breath stopped. In shock at what I see. Rather read. Please go to the bottom of this post and click to head over to Americana Injustica Say hello, wander around, trip over her delicious foul mouth that spews truth.

    Jessica, I dig this! 🙏💜
    Your very firstever comment on my blog was that line.
    I dig it! A year ago. Let’s dig some more.

  2. Rita says:

    Fabulous!

  3. JunkChuck says:

    I had to wade through a shit tonne of unicorns and butterflies in my reader today to make it here, to the real deal. Thanks, it was worth it.

  4. This is amazing. 🙂

  5. Powerful, poetry and the imagery