The End of Marriage in the Age of Global Warming
unlove the weather bells
unlove balloons of panic
love the diamond flashings shock
love the evening aerosol romance
drop the ton lever for the millennium men
follow the triassic towers powered in rash
unlove lamps along spousal mined parlors
when the car broke down and all we
could do was shout and the other things
we could not live without
when money meant nothing, we lost ever-
rything and laughed unlove the swathes of
hell gas unlove wry lovers in militant rows
snowfall retreats above the red robber sky
open mother’s magnesium, spark it
unleash the fire
I never thought the methane tides bled so swiftly the heat against the christmas glass gallops feral in the basins of untimely seasons could not tolerate the change we lacked, another winter roaring like a mouse coloring the fields in necrosis till I couldn’t breathe, your wealthy world was not made for me somnolent storms fail to replenish the flow of sleep we require to separate triviality from things that matter, to whom we owe our debt and believe you me when I said you haven’t seen nothing yet and we have lost our chance
love the moans of brittle blue star fall
the sky excelsior radio transmissions
unlove the puppet from a child’s hand
love the red untamped virgins of flesh
wrapped in soft linens of newly weds
love without question evolution’s ark
dreams of fly’s survivors boiling doke
unlove holes tearing apart the sphere
spreading radiation across shrinkbeds
think about our babies who must flee
reflect time’s horror upon you and me
a magnastar spinning like battle sirens
unlock mother’s matchbook, spark it
unleash the fire
I never imagined weather would multiply much by the time we cared pain had sored to the touch denuded in the forces of marriage’s remediation years ago since cold uncrowned the tangled thistle pressing below the coke, left us bellied against green pine to drawl and choke so wary we’ve grown in the disturbances of our decembers we dare not believe, your prosperous summer was not meant for me glued on a desert swept unable to fly the pass and believe me when I said you haven’t seen nothing yet and we have lost our chance
unlove the magnetic satellites
unlove as the chromium nets
love the boreal spreading fantastic
love horned goats on chalked fort
veiled frock sunk by high tide moorings
unlock the evaporation pools of poison
unlove rainbled tails of dragon tankers
when the car broke down and all we
could do was shout and the other things
we could not live without
love the end of anniversary migrations
love mind blots in & out of coma’s end
monarchs sucking on sunscars, unlove
the lovers born beneath a bad star
swing mother's torch, oil it
unleash her fire
I never seen mount zero at sunset disrobed from its white sequin pressing down rock shoulders marching northward past the tipping point where affairs of the heart proved fatal primed in droughts of sex that leaves flowers sterile, fallen upon limbs before the bridal wreathe your glorious wealth was not meant for me ashamed in the valley of the moon transmits my pathetics beneath dioxic sledge, there I laid on a bed of coal and selfishly wept and believe me when I say you haven’t seen nothing yet and we have lost our chance
Yarbrough - that's a wonderful poem and in that unique voice of yours...
this is an amazing poem,not to read lightly, truth , so well done my complements
spot on and vivid in its detail. A great write. tfs
Now this is a spectacular narrative! I could almost believe you were channeling Allen Ginsburg.
This is a tremendous write, thank you so much! At times I thought me lost but then again I hanged around and only felt deep inside heart what my human mind could not comprehend..