Azure and Peaches

by

Daniel Bradbury

Forever.
The chances involved in whatever.
Take the soul of matters, dear, and be gone.
Take all that has ever meant anything, and just leave.
Believe in what has been seen, but can't be anymore.
Believe in what can't be anymore.

Kill, kill, kill
In the dust, dust.
Die in the sand of all mankinds eager deserts.
Bleed on the finely ground sand ground.
Little puddles, little lakes of fire and brimstone,
Little drippings of love and all its trappings.
Little
Little
Little
Little me
Little you
Little children at play in lakes and streams of red
Little babys born of the thick red goo.
So little, all that matters, all that counts, all so little.
Surface tension can't compare to the roiling,
bubbling torment of what lies beneath.
To all our problems, to all out loves,

to all our kindess, to all our keys,
We receed.

And leave.
I give up. The fight stops. The battle is done.

And all the warriors die.

So we all die, all warriors.
I betray my generation, my friends, my peers.
I betray the lost children in a forest of azure,

and peaches.
The peaches passed down, hand to hand, man to man, father to son, woman to woman, mother to daughter.
What do we do?

We leave the forset of azure and peaches.
We leave the homes of peach givers.
Head out. Head home.

Home is found in turmoil of solitude.
Home is the heart of my affairs.

Home is no house. Home is no place.

Home is not you and me, me and mine.

Home is solely me.
I'm not home yet.

So, we leave the forest of peaches, looking homeward,

(each a separate direction, no love can w/stand)

Finding ourselves in the oddest places.

I've found myself.

In the desert of my heart.
Dry, whispy.

The solitude seems holy, and consecrated,

(it's been a long walk here from the forest of azure and peaches)

the dry, cracked mud packs hold, forever,

the foot prints of all that have walked here

and never will again.

I let too many invade my desert when I didn't know it was there.

Now I won't let anyone alse in.

Desert heart walls foever sealed against the

peaches that may be thrown.

Anyone trying to break into my desert heart will only throw peaches, nothing more.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Marcel Cerdan
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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