Sunlight dying on the
cold horizon; lingering adoration
within sentimental messages
from this blonde ambition.

Those wretched words
caressing my skin.

The bottle of
Tennessee Honey
on the dusty shelf.
The bitter
sweet memories
she left me,
kept on display.

Influences of adversity
Pushing forward
Moving my presence
Towards absurdity
Music absorbing
The reverberation of
Negative thoughts
Ready to close
Weeping eyes and
Let spontaneity take
Control putting this
Reality on hold
Enormous chasms
Expands the distance
Between the seen and
The unseen
Leaping
Reaching
No fear
No thoughts
Soul riding winds
To the other side

Quiet hour,
laying nestled
beneath imaginations.
Her head resting
upon his memories,
the faint scent of
affection still lingers.
Recalling each frame
that formed their moments,
feeling the sensations
that guided their journey;
touching the pages of adoration
that once told, their story.

I yield;
the metronome has lost
it’s pulse.

Too much time vested
in the unending complexity.

Expectations laid the foundation;
the checkered board confounding
our movements.

Maybe we were the wrong players;
maybe I never understood the rules.

Those moments never wasted
because the lessons unabated
revealed the weakness
in my strategy to love you.

This beautiful doppelgänger
from a twisted era, arrived
beneath the harvest moon.

Pheromones of fond memories mingling
with the taste of bad dreams;
the breath of life deceiving
death for a minute.

Choosing to stay within
the confines of infatuation;
feasting on imaginations,
savoring the taste of possibilities.

Mortal flesh wounded, again;
those scars from yesterday
reopened by the blistering
kisses of misrepresentation

My mind is
Processing
The world in a very
Surreal kind of way

Maybe it’s
The smell of
Forgotten rain

The sight of
Dirt washed roads

Maybe it’s
That overcast
Feeling

Brought on
By Monday

Shattered against
The sky
Scattered across
The clouds
Beating tears
Along the pavement