Poetry By C.L. Romer
By C.L. Romer
Rattle it off in stages.
Transcendence among the beats, repetition equates devotion. Hail Mary, full of grace and worry.
Shout in unison, listen to the echos.
Our Father, I am not worthy to receive you but say the words and I shall lack the faith to hear them.
Reveal each sinful deed, await penance.
Whisper them to ears aching with patience and greed. He’ll gobble it up, the heft of your folly and shame.
Spit it back out.
Say the words, child, and find redemption. A clenched jaw betrays corruption. Silence a rebellious act.
The most intimate act.
Bleed for the ones you love. Tears of goodness and sanguine grief, Mary did. Virtue is a caged bird.
Taciturn in nature, demure.
Resist temptation. Obey the man who sticks fine boned fingers to his chest and reveals a gilded heart.
Place his body between your lips.
The mouth is a dangerous thing. Fill it with wine offered by another man, stare into his eyes and whisper
They climb out with little fanfare,
rub their eyes, and to their amazement
find that not much had changed.
The pair were older with skin sensitive
but the world had carried on without them.
Trees grew, burst forth with green,
changed color and fell without acquiescence
their eyes weren’t even needed
as if the cosmos gave no concern
to feelings and proclivities.
The pair rub their eyes once more
and part ways, pressing forward,
moving on in different directions
because what else does one do?
What else is there but acceptance?
Keep your chin up or drown in the dregs
the world only wants to salivate
on faults and misfortunes.
The traits of the valiant are forged
and grace is not given.
Speak loudly and into the wind
but move with your back against it
you will break and break again
Your heart will shatter
but will still beat, irregularly, but again.
The Only Way
Build a better human
a body more able to conquer,
traverse acres of meat and heartache.
Devise a more stable frame
full of marble, covered in icy skin.
Be on the lookout and the offensive,
fill voids with gunpowder.
Be ruthless and objectively hideous
with dragon breath and no nonsense hair
leave no breadcrumbs for senses and humility.
Look west and east again
turn your head on a swivel
remember that pain is a guarantee
so look everywhere
and burn bridges once crossed.
Stomp skulls and break collarbones
decapitate and dismantle
incapacitate and bring harm
ensure that the life has been rung out
protect thyself like a beetle with it’s armor.
Become lonely and defiant
erect walls like virtue
make them strong and intractable
seek no partner and love no one but yourself
It is the only way.
C.L. Romer is a daydreamer living in Dayton, Ohio. She has been previously published in The Oak, Mock Turtle Magazine, Quail Bell, and Black Book Press among others.