Yarns in kilometric lengths hung laundry that could
Slightly touch the shoulder.
Ostensibly, the remainders of lovely memoirs at
Uranus froze. So arctic foxes stopped to tow and
Rub their tongues on the ices that
Wouldn’t let up until told to do so, for the
Lords; their wants and needs, amongst a variety of things.
Recipients that didn’t know the
When they fell from the butte
Until that moment, then, just as such.
The worst could be held
at guantanamo bay.
Those things that would cause
us to shudder, at the mention
of the heinous things they’d say.
forged again and again,
turned beyond recognition
into pulpous corpses.
each time spoken;
addled lines, pretenses,
to make the story great.
Devoid of realness
left to strafe.
Can you explain
The scales that consecutively run
To those that cannot sense it.
Our vision that pales;
His, hers, and mine,
In the faces of sophists.
Then dewy inklings
Of feathered proofs lapse
By subsequent engineering
In uncounted droplets
On tympanic shields
From deciphers felt.
Breathless moments buried;
Crappy first liners
Pile in black crinkly bags
In how many shitty ways
Could it be dressed in rags;
The things I wanted to say,
That there was nothing finer
Then the things you’d written
That I had been smitten
The second time you caught my attention,
Though I did my best to deny it
There was no denying
The betrayal of my own actions.
I had decided towards the noncommittal
So when you first shown
In fluorescent lighting
You demolished, while you belittled
My determination to lead a life
Without romantic turbulence.
Initially I pretended
I had not been watching.
But I ended up chasing
After your prancing silhouette
Desperately trying to get a handle
On the soul you had hidden
Inside porcelain fragments.
And now that you have left
I no longer possess a smidge
Of the thrill I used to be unable
To contain while uncovering
Your flawlessly flawed existence.
Would you give
Me the pleasure
Of being able
To witness you again.
Doubt lingered in the new world I stumbled upon
But I thought
It would not have been difficult for you
To hide your tracks with the materials
You kept stored in your backpack.
So I’d follow anything that came close
To footprints you left in deserted tundras.
She spoke of love and sex.
She had purple flowers
In her hair,
Threw them flamboyantly in lines
Like you had shown me before.
She used the words you used to use.
She had a caramelised voice that
Almost sounded like yours.
She spoke of tides and sands,
The last thing we spoke about
Before you departed on your adventure.
She’d throw letters at the cliff’s edges
Which I’d clumsily scramble to grasp
Before the winds could scatter
Them across the frozen topography.
The time she appeared almost matched the days
You decided to have me play
Your cat and mouse game,
Where I had always been the cat.
She spoke about our game too.
She spoke of birth on the night of my own,
Something you might have known.
I chased after her shadows night and day,
As birds would inconsiderately twitter
Regardless of the extended time frame.
She was a silhouette; a figure,
I probably, mistook for you.
She was similiar,
But the possibility remained,
She could have not been you,
Something felt wrong,
Something was strange.
So I tried to fold her
Into the pages of past mistakes
And set out to find you again.
Burdened by the time that had passed,
Thinking you had given up on our game
And called it quits,
Doubting the possibility
Of retracing your steps,
I tried to give it another shot,
As vultures circled round, decaying
Bodies in hopes optimistic venture.
Maybe if I had not been as successful
In my quests the last three times you left,
Then maybe I would have just kept her under the radar.
Instead of factoring in your deceptive nature
As a possible tool
You could use
To keep yourself
Hidden from perception.
I wonder how many words
When I lost you.
I wanted to forget
The painful reminders
Of your existence,
But didn’t want to lose you.
Pearls of reflections
Of refracted visions
Of distant worlds
Of what never was
Spinning in rotation
In orbital trajectories;
The birth of a new solar system;
You constantly appeared.
I recall those days
I lay in wait
For you to rise.
Moments of hysteria;
In the confines of my mind
As raging rivers shook
Unmitigated parched thirst.
How I fell in love
I gave up so much.
So many things I believed I wouldn’t
Just to make her my reality.
Only god knows
What else I’d give up
While the sun reigns