A face that’s long and lean
And speckled with
A fresh stubble
Eyes and cheeks gaunt
Like the craters on a
Lonely planet
The long torso, bottomed
By an endless length
Of muscle drawn taut
The inscrutably deep mind
With words that were
Never said
Allow me the lowering
Of those blinkers
And let me be seen
I’d like to come closer
And know for sure
You are no illusion
It’s like going back in time
To the places you’ve been before
But this time they are bereft of people
Empty of action
Silent in words
And there I see the ghosts of our past
Walking down the cobbled alleys
I see them smiling, fighting, eating, drinking
Just walking….walking
It’s a yellow town
And a white lie
It’s a rocky coast
And a sea with salt from my eyes
It was the shortest of lives
And the deepest of all
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To this place I will return
Without choice or effort
It’s here that I saw beyond myself
And fell into the abyss that you seem now
I might have clambered up the slippery walls
Into what the world believes is real. Practical.
But.
My soul wanders the yellow town
Alone in the past.
While the world assumes its focal point to be someplace,
The real events unfurl elsewhere
In the peripheries of eyes, just round the corners
Pitched battles over pitchfork issues
Come to a close when the Sun’s gone behind the lantana bushes
To scorch ground and sinews on the otherside of an ending.
We think it’s over, when it hasn’t even begun;
We think we are dead, when we haven’t even been concieved;
We fear we are losing, when they haven’t even begun taunting;
We decide we are the ones moving, when the Earth turns one last time.
Insulted, my memories left my mind
Hurt, they left like heads of men
Hung in shame…like the silence
Of distant evenings
Their only revenge being my ignorance
And solitude…
I search with conviction for moments
I believe unforgettable;
I write down words in paranoidal faith
I remember, while not knowing, what
My mind chose to betray me.
Sifting through the silk screens
Her arms flailing to clear a path.
The unknown lie ahead
Like an oasis. A mirage.
Deluded as life itself.
She can hardly wait to meet them
She must beg Time to move faster
To let her pass.
To find closure.
To let her die,
Before Time.
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