He films the clouds in two parts – Howl Davies

I

you spend the day
balancing on piano wire,
romancing with holy fathers,
convicts, and harlot martyrs draped
in derelict scarlet, feeling alive in
the war-torn breach,
you, the survivor,
of life and death, of hunger, strife,
I embed you
in this rendered skin of mine,
you preach and I obey, there
isn’t a night I don’t feel alone,
nor a day I don’t feel anger,
but you atone for me, ringing
brass on the shifting plates,
sifting the off-tune singing
in the base of my skull to a drone,
I always admired you,
always aspired to spread your word,
I have lost my way,
I am just so tired,
this dried blood creeping down
my brow makes this all so unfamiliar,
the gore has no source, and its
destination – unclear, it lingers,
like the ghost of a marriage, mingling,
biding time to gnaw on the stitches,
you taught me to keep myself humble,
digging ink into my fingers
for the switchblade mistress I admire
so fondly, the silent claim, the sister of mercy
I’m sure I will see her soon,
and from there, who knows?
maybe I’ll look to salvage myself,
kiss this unbuttoned pattern of my neck,
is that what you would have done?
you always had a plan,
even when the doctors pulled back your chest,
startled by your marble heart
you always had a plan.

II

you took the reckoning out of the end-game,
and as you waved goodbye,
showing the world up with a smile
you threw the fight,
we knew you were far from done,
we buried you with your camera at your breast,
you always wanted to spend your days
filming the clouds,
we left you with a dozen reels,
I hope they didn’t weigh you down,
my friend, your repast awaits you,
capture the clouds as they languish,
a backdrop for the labyrinthine streets
we paint ruby and sapphire in your image,
and coax the hinges of the boulevard,
we all miss you,
the rag-tag gathering of singed daydreams,
the ruthless and the sweet, igniting
crushed velvet, the scent of freedom,
we were so foolish,
enduring in hushed nonchalance till
we see what you captured, unfurling what
you distorted, the fly-trap paintings stained
in the vapours, double-sighted passion
in the remnants of engagement, with you
this collateral disfigurement was a delight,
no matter how my casing crept and shifted,
we couldn’t both make it out alive, time to collect, time
to set you free, set you back, set you out of the hive,
the forefront for the wretched,
don’t forget me, please,
as you bring colour to the
autopsy of saint Sebastian,
as you kick a hole in the sky,
fasting amongst seraphs,
catching your Serbian montage
in the heart of the tempest.


[Howl Davies is the spectral puppet master crawling in The Sounds inside.]

Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

18 thoughts on “He films the clouds in two parts – Howl Davies”

  1. This is so incredible. To be entirely honest it’s one of the most brilliant things I’ve ever read. Every word of it is incredible. Perfectly placed to really resonate all that emotion. I’ve got no witty comments or clever remarks for this one. Because other than absolute praise I’m just speechless.

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    1. Honestly, I am much better at responding to witty comments and remarks than I am to actual praise, but thank you so much for your kind words, reading that really did make me smile (and given my resting scowl of a face, that’s a big thing).

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  2. such gorgeous imagery, such a beautifully melancholic spell woven in this piece. Really breathtaking Howl.
    “maybe I’ll look to salvage myself,
    kiss this unbuttoned pattern of my neck,
    is that what you would have done?
    you always had a plan,
    even when the doctors pulled back your chest,
    startled by your marble heart
    you always had a plan.”

    Liked by 1 person

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