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The Noose Dec 2017
"Time it was,
And what a time
it was
It was
A time of innocence
A time of confidences

Can you imagine us
Years from today
Sharing a park bench quietly?
How terribly strange
To be seventy"
The Noose Dec 2017
It sat in the viscera that winter
It all did
The unfed energy of madness
The unbridled
Recklessness
Foaming at the mouth
Virulent
Bordered and contained
The ****** footprints
Of choice
Deranged rationalisations
Virulent
Bordered, not contained
Seeping through the fissures of sanity
Tipping at the very edge of reason
Where once blousy hydrangea bloomed
Cradling the night
The gothic hands of time
Stood frozen.
The Noose Dec 2017
Daniel,
Wish I was lucid
So I could see clearly now
Dawn has come

The unfed energy
Of palpable madness
Virulent desires
A shallow grave
Where convictions blaze

This last ricochet
burning words for light

Daniel
Wish I was lucid
So I could see clearly now
Dawn has come
The Noose Dec 2017
You wear the night so well
If the heavens ever did speak
They reiterated endlessly
Of the topography
Of your Irisis
Evoking a gentle bloom
In my chest
The Noose Dec 2017
Sea of lava
Skin peeling from bone
Sempiternal purgatory
In diablo's abode
The realm of darkness
And disgust

Gazing at the abyss
The bellowing of a thousand
Doomed souls
Trembling bone

Soul left stained
By pervasion of impurity
Expunge these earthly sins
From conscious
Rinse these veins
Beautiful lethe
Lethe - A river in Hades
whose waters cause oblivion.
The Noose Dec 2017
The night sneaks in
It's grey is less grey
Scattered starlight
Contained therein

Coffee and a pen
Festering
In authenticity
And this ease
Seared into me.
The Noose Dec 2017
I haven't really laughed since 2009
He said,
He then divulged his struggles
As did I
We spoke of the mutual regret about not keeping in touch
But with conflicting schedules, relocations and studies
It is comprehensible we veered in opposite directions and lost contact

My estranged bestfriend

We reminiscenced about the time when we were school kids
In stiff shirts, massive floppy hats
And giant blazers we practically drowned in
How eager we were to go home
When the siren went off at 3:05pm
The shanenigans at the pavilion
In sixth form
When we were the lords of the academy

A strong grip on my giant mug as if it were the holy grail
Huddled in the corner of a cozy eatery

In his company once again
it felt as though I had arrived home where fire burns incessantly in the fire place
On a winter's night

We laughed about my truancy
And how he got kicked out of the rugby team on account of his rather lanky physique
He imitated our biology teacher and tears flowed down my cheeks
That kind of laughter
You feel in your core
And your whole body shakes

So captivated by the various discussions
We both forgot to sip on our steaming beverages

He narrated a few short stories about the events
that have taken place since we last conversed
I in turn narrated mine or lack thereof
He emphatically tilted his head to the side
God, I had missed those gestures of his
It all came flooding back
His mannerisms
The way he moves his hands when he speaks  as if he is trying to literally hold the conversation

For what seemed like a lifetime
Before saying goodbye
Dead-eyed
We stared into each other's eyes
Almost as if to telepathically say
Do you remember the time
When we were so alive.
Feeling nostalgic about old inks, home and the familiar. I originally titled it "Do you remember the time"
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