"Fall With Me"

"Fall With Me"

The city is on fire

so I'm headed your way.

Not much to talk about.

Very little to say.

I just want to open wide

when you do.

Do that thing that you do

on command

before my hands spread

and stretch the moments out.

Called you out

hoping you'd come with it

and with me

eventually.

 

Bring me to the summit

so that we can plummet

to our eventual splash.

That impending crash

the kind of harm inflicted

that I've grown all but addicted to.

It feels.......nice as self affliction

but so much better

as the love laced contradiction

that you angrily claw across my back.

The pain I've lacked in my tranquility

you'd offer to me in droves.

Bit my lips with each hungry kiss

and ripped fresh holes into these clothes

that I'll surely step, slip and trip over;

losing firm grip over

until we dip over this cliff

together.

 

Concerned less about being subtle,

I still daydream about the tumble.

I mumble things to myself

I'd rather commit to a whisper.

Thoughts past and present

prick the edges of my mind

like the insistent grazing whiskers

of one's favorite feline.

Each trip I've taken across this line

appears a story or two higher

and it gets harder to deny this desire

to lean to either side of it all.

 

This world is on fire

and I'd rather

take you for a ride

than look for somewhere to hide.

I want to find pleasure

in the loud, inaudible sounds.

If it all burns to the ground,

 

remind me of what it's like to drown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Devin Joseph Metz

8.30.20

"Cocoon"

 

"Cocoon"

 

This world is enormous.

Gave my best effort

hoping these legs would

help me better explore

but I suppose I need more

and everything is the floor

and I couldn't dare implore

that I receive some assistance.

The levied resistance and aversion

I have witnessed is consistent

with the cruelest form of perversion

one should never have to see.

 

They are afraid of me

 

though I appear to frighten adults

more than children, I assume.

Gone too soon

for my attempt to share room

here on this sidewalk

where one might walk during Spring.

 

Heard that I was this....wretched thing

with the audacity

to land from trees

onto one's hat

or hair

or shoulder

until forcefully flung like a boulder

to the hot ground.

 

Found that very few survive there.

 

If that ride through the air won't do,

our fate is sealed beneath the shoe

or boot

or sandal.

Whichever their visual senses can handle

for more than a second or two.

Savage Vandals

smearing my innards across the pavement

as if to gain a bit of pleasure

but I'm given to believe

that my beauty is somehow

more than those who fear me

could ever adhere to

or even measure.

 

I am the treasure time cherished the most

with patterned wings

emerging from tattered things

I chose to fashion whilst I hide away.

Saw children scream or cry

those days

but now I rest atop the finger.

If cynicism had a say,

my symbolism would be the dead ringer

for everything wrong with

the waiting game.

Once shoved me off

without a thought about

from whence I came.

Now, however

my perceived fame

is that of a symbol of blissful tranquility.

 

They embrace these bright,

intricately patterned wings with love

but find no reason to remember me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Devin Joseph Metz

8.19.20