Betwixt Heaven and Hell
Wearing my badge of honour
I am an adversary of the hooded thing
Brazen death
I seek solace during the night
I write about red-letter-days and tragedies
Polar opposites, I'm moving forward
Sailing my ship
Like a scientist drunk on pirate humour
I'm a freckle in the cosmos
Barely able to move in a fissure
I would climb to the highest tor
In search for radiant glee
The sky has gone and obfuscated
Once again
I'm in an imaginary rose garden
I completed my mundane jobs today
It's just as well the Monday amnesia vanished
I'm an island
Watching my dreams perish before my eyes
In a reverie, in an Alfheim
On new soil, I traipse like an infidel
Being absurd, I swagger at the speed of a pulse
Like a hiccup or a bending boulevard
I have a history of dying
It's an orgasm, a brilliant dalliance
I am not an exponent
I'm good at destroying things
A kamikaze, a spitfire
Relapsing
When I see through sober eyes
I am a different person, sweet nocturne
Human, feeling nothing
A pylon, waiting for a clap of thunder
I'm a year older, tangled gossamer
Ceiling high geyser
Admiring antediluvian architecture
Stepping over beetles, I'm a fjord
A sad guitar chord.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 3rd, 2020 18:59
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
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