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Pits and pockmarks
flit and dart
across an infinite ceiling.
Random synchronicity
plays patter song
stupor and languidity
The orchestra conducting
purple and yellow
to a sparkling, a
crushing crescendo
falls like a wave on tastebuds, tempting.

She lingers like
fog on a pane of glass
A sharp signature
impaled on a pile
of dreaming dust.

Like a rushed column
updraft through a house
of leaves blank and staring.

A mark from the
back of your palms up.
Your fingers stuck signing
a language sang by the blind.

How did she stay so long
A force hidden in neuron canyons.
A Gypsy camp lodged
between cortexes
spinning silk into a
muffled gasp, a conspiratory shuffle.

She lingers like spines of glass
in nailbeds, planted sweetly,
with the best of care.

Laughter in an asylum
electroshock dreams soaked in sweat.

Grabbed my brain like a chemical symphony.
Painted pictures of pivotal seconds,
wrapped up and romanticized.
Dreamt about.

Your lilting language planted
little honeypots deep in my palms.
Sparked fire from entropy
lighting a city in my chest.

But now these buildings tower
like Goliath in David’s dreams.
I need to escape
I need to slide out of
this sleep you’ve monopolized.

******* dreams
like smokering fingerprints
left on the cleft of my conscience.

The old taqueria on Victory.
The Bourgeois Pig.
The bitter spice of winter
painted over the cracks
crumbling the walls.

These waking hallucinations
haunt my habits.
Still frequent the holeinthewall
dives in my heart.
Setenance Aug 2014
unscrupulous
candescence
disconsecrated
by designable
conspiratory mimes

self-reverent
desultory
and disguised
between
horizons

an infinite
regression
is a step to take
so leap beyond the edge
Seema Aug 2017
So now that I've closed all doors of my wilting heart, you found other means to get to the entrance. Don't think whilst opening the door, you'll see the same flourished garden. You have no idea of how withered it's inside. A sinkhole that drowns and absorbs all the pain and sorrows that has, and is still coming from you. If someone used your feelings and drenched your emotions that definitely doesn't mean you silently revenge on me! All I did seek was a little respect for my small family and love for me.
I guess, it's just too much to ask for, these days. Coz, it hits hard with unbearable pain that only the nights know the value of tears.
What wrong have I ever done to you or your family that you painted such a disgusting picture of me with your so called honest words!!
I am a human with feelings not some man-made machine that you can use and overuse.
Years do teach a lot of lessons, regrets and mistakes and mentality of those close. So hit me hard with word(s) or any desired conspiratory weapon. I will still live with "Thank you" for teaching me good lessons of trust and loyalty.



©sim
Time is the best healer. Lessons learnt.

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