the nighttime singer

one pill
nothing.
except for the ether
fragrance rising and falling
between the pages of absence
caught in the blankets.
his head lies, his eyes
continue to swim in
the gyre of midnight.

two pills
flicker.
the curves of the ‘s’
fall off his tongue and
leave a spiral on the ceramic.
the morning will slobber
its honeyed tongue, and the
toast will jump
up and panic.

three pills
somber.
those voices sucked up their
cold hands. the shadows
buried the cuffs. because
the evening wears clothes,
clocks tick time, and tender
ghosts morph into my bones

tonight.
i hear the soft sounds of the
Nighttime Singer unfurling
the notes of slow chamber music
deep into my veins. my glued-focus
watches the slow dance of velvet
darkness hold me. She unties my
consciousness – still hanging on
with a white hand – and tells me
to rest, and let the liquid night
wash me and slowly evanesce.

Comments and feedback are always most welcome!

Here’s the link to my blog where the poem appeared, before here 😀

http://philosopherpoet.wordpress.com/2010/07/19/the-nighttime-singer/

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About philosopherpoet

Jon Ballam - Deep Thinker, Poet, Blogger, Mac Enthusiast.
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9 Responses to the nighttime singer

  1. Fantastic poem with a smooth pace and silky words. I especially loved this:

    “She unties my
    consciousness”

    Btw, I also listen to melodic death metal. Great to see another metalhead around and I hope to read more of your work!

    — Gally

  2. willow says:

    I love that deep vein chamber music.

  3. Kavita says:

    The last few lines completed the picture perfectly!!
    Loved the way you progressed along… from dancing images, to slurred speech, to the heaviness, to nothingness!! A fascinating read!
    Welcome to the thriving world of the Undead! 🙂

  4. “Let the liquid night wash me.” Yes. There’s comfort when darkness pours over.
    Lovely and scary. Thank you for posting this!

  5. “the curves of the ‘s’
    fall off his tongue and
    leave a spiral on the ceramic.”

    Favorite part. Well done sir. I too am a fan of heavy metal (check out Protest the Hero if you haven’t already).

  6. deadpoet88 says:

    Wow, I am speechless, this is amazing. I loved these lines:

    “those voices sucked up their
    cold hands. the shadows
    buried the cuffs. because
    the evening wears clothes,
    clocks tick time, and tender
    ghosts morph into my bones”

    By the way, I’m a metal fan too! Glad to meet another 🙂 And I LOVE cats!

  7. Jodi MacArthur says:

    So many silky visions. So haunting and ghostly!
    My fav lines are these:

    the evening wears clothes,
    clocks tick time, and tender
    ghosts morph into my bones

    Very nice PhilospherPoet and welcome to the undead.

  8. Great poem – edgy and evocative.
    s

  9. Sorry for the late reply, but thank you all for the constructive comments. They were greatly appreciated 😉

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