Faces Smeared
By Chip Marks

Faces smear to color congealed in time
Your eyes were all I had left to remember
Heavy nights in moist clamor
I heard your calls, seas beyond this conscience
Signs left in calligraphic bloodletting
Oceans of emptiness wait for us on shores soft touch
Places to start leave us, no more chance
Your door the color of your tears
Our movements make no progress across distances alone
Toys left abandon on my floors
I watch from dark corners of indignation
Berths left for me alone, I wait in tepid rains
Soft fogs, ships with no shore
My overcoat drags sands of sadness
Lighthouses left to die, heart fires burn to tragic end
One gull dream on autumn’s last breath
Dark waters I always feared pull you down
Your eyes look past me in dark blue neglect