Apparition of He
September 18, 2012
And just like that, he was gone
An apparition of aspiration gone wrong
This has all the excitement of a pair of frowning clowns
Lackluster & damp, this is the sound of silent turmoil
Spread upon a slice of desperation or maybe thirst, in the shape of a cactus
Prickled and dried; his virility and strength
He vanquished and squandered the possibility of a love that would heal wounds and restore faith in the color of air
Days where the sun stretches wide, bleeding buckets of light
Nights where the blind moon dances amid a royal flush of stars
A harmonious composition born in the key of immeasurable bliss
But oh how far from this truth this man doth lie
He was an apparition lounging inside stacks of flesh
Pounded together to form the cause of shelagh’s sleepless nights, swooning and collective heart erections
And now that the vultures of veracity have used his bones to satiate their stomach
What’s left but a hollow tomb, a ravished ribcage and the shadow of what was he
A postponed dream, awaiting form and vast possibilities
My lids are uncluttered & seeing is tactile to each nerve of my vein
For this bubble has burst, obliterated itself into shards of drunken fog
Devoured, this dream has but wilted
Imploded into hibernation, in vigilant eagerness for the tune of Him to be resurrected
By: Magnolia
