Tangles of Whispers

Tangles of Whispers by David Philip Ireland

Music: Cosmic Glue from David's Five Seasons

You glower at nimbus with your sedge heels on

Blistering blades of razory green

Cutting like buzzsaws, vipers, and hornets

Nettledown stingers at the water’s edge

The eddies and ripples

The rattles of wheels

Sighs of the engines

Grinding of steel

Blend and meld with the thud of the club ‘cross the moorings

Where Bluebeat and Ska scratch the black forty fivers

And lift our tacky DMs from the cidery flooring

To build us a soundscape for more than one night

Tangles of whispers heard in the dark

In the dark

All our bright horizons shimmer with turmoil

Where once was calm is now raw trouble

Nerve ends dipped in dissident acid

Where once was a love of sorts

Now there is nought but a tussle of vitriol and deep conversation

And for what and for why?

And now there are thorns, swords of contrition

Leaves of lives

Wraiths of lies

Tangles of whispers heard in the dark

But souls are more fragile than we care to admit

And towpaths and texting just lead to divisions

Mis-courses narrowing to deadlier ends

In the dark weaves of devious undercurrency

And now there are thorns, swords of contrition

Leaves of lives

Wraiths of lies

Tangles of whispers heard in the dark

Tangles of whispers

But you won’t join me here

For now our scheduled demise has arrived

And we have reached the drowning point of our lives

So entangled in pondweed and sunsets as we have become

Drifting and sliding through the online timeline

Scrawling runes on the ruined shoreline

Whispers

Tangles of whispers

Tangles of whispers heard in the dark