"pendergast" poems
emancipated, sunken, lost in the fog.
I am in love with an eternal concluder.
no, sorry,
I only love the fact that you took that imposter from this world, it is disturbing that he would even try to impersonate my papa.
cheery, rosy tinted memories, shifted bleak.
you embody total contentment through such a simple life. you are a true treasure, that is now swallowed in the mist of time.
once these remarkable things became shadowed by the empty desolate version of yourself i decided i was in love in with deaths act of nullification, to clear off the gunk that tainted my papa's clean soul.
I love that you put an end to a fraud who tried to make my papa look so far from himself.
I love you, yourself, my papa. before the shadows. before the fog.
-Raymond Pendergast 2018-
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC
Carlos asked me
About books last night
He was a stranger
But I think it didn't matter
Because I could not
stop talking
About the books I'm reading
I told him about Pendergast
My favorite fiction hero
He looked genuinely
Interested
But I know I must
Stop
Right here
Because I didn't want
Him to know that
That's just what I
Wanted to do
Because I need a job
Too
So we went back to talking
About numbers and work
Trends and schemes
Some of the things
I'm not really interested in.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC