The Wishing Tomb. Pt. 2

It is a little known fact that Chris Rea's seminal rock record Road To Hell was in two parts.
It could be listened to separately or conjunctively.
The first was a Americana gothic piece of  Middlesbrough horror, the second a straight laced rock beat.

The Wishing Tomb Pt. 1 was the gothic horror.

This is The Wishing Tomb Pt. 2. This is the beat.


Minnie Mouse by Julia-Green

This is:

The Wishing Tomb Pt. 2:



 

Like the light bulb buzzing at the end of a long windowless corridor,

I flick into and out of life.

At once solace and direction and panic and confusion.

Come for me, flee for me.

Nothing but a glint of a glimpse of a moth’s fluttered glance.

A magic tempts another.

 

Settle yourself at the feet of the tomb, it’s a long way to travel,

Rest here in the tranquil.

Loss is worshipped when it chooses a glitter form

As ruin can fool as warm.

Listen to the orbit of the moon, each mare introduced

Save, don’t be seduced.

 

I say of my loss: do not let these snake hips of mine distract you,

Left hand believes in poetry:

Fingers like reeds yielding to an evening breeze,

Conducting sign of the Cross,

All the while a forked tongue lashes at your collar bone,

Tasting the salty nape.

 

Daylight is fading now, or is it the night thawing from the sky,

Either one, it is welling with trauma.

The limp, searing and relentless inevitable

washes like Shore surf, rattling pebbles.

This naked mortality is flat out, glittering on the cold table,

snapped continues

 

The pillars speak soft: overwhelmed, dear boy, simply overwhelmed,

It’s alright: we comprehend.

And even if we do not and it is not: it matters you not.

Be lured, be repulsed.

To this tomb both as adversary and testament to motion.

Wishes walk no further: Place of my grief.