After the radio broadcast ended
I played my cards, took my only option
Shit happens
Death is all I can see
Walking down Death Street
I had a vision
The wolf killed the sheep
The weather was bleak
It ended with a thud
I wriggled out of it
Veering to go west
Water undulates, everything is waterlogged
I got a good taste of my medicine
With a middling gesture
I cried a waterfall at nadir
Crying nevermore, in a knot
Today was not ordinary
It was odd
I ran from the hubbub
The lip service on the ward
It was a silent operation
I faced relentless winds, relentless pains
Relentless suffering
I can't overcome the Leviathan
I'm abashed to admit
I feel quite deranged like I've gone insane
I'm impassive, psychotic
I could be a psychic, I predicted this
With my eye through the peephole
The lense focused on the photos
It's Hebrew to me, the raw manuscript
For some reason the magnetic thought of life
Is pulling me towards a source of light
Then day turns into night
It's magic like a spontaneous kiss in the rain
I've let go of the bile
A long time ago I learned to forgive
Summer echoed, I accepted the apology
The tautology
It was very dromedary of me
I can be as stubborn as a bruised ego
Holding a grudge
But an inferno of love has washed over me
It's a caprice, the water is now calm
When I am at a loose end
I often think about you
I've kicked off my shoes
Heard the recent news
Got the blues
Feeling useless like a bagatelle
I take the fillip and cogitate
I regret the mistake
Drowning in a cocktail of emotions
At this moment in time I should be sleeping
I'm as silent as a virus entering the body
It's hunky dory
I'm part-happy and part-sad
In a trance
Looking at life through a magnifying glass
I am the pupil, the iris
Lousy and studying the night
It's my birthright
This moment is mine
I'm walking the streets, they're like catacombs
I move like honeysuckle, I am the kernel
The jaywalker, the sharpshooter
Passing the roadkill
The moon has an agenda
It's the sailor, it's the victor
The firewood, misunderstood.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 9th, 2020 21:06
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 66
Comments2
Well written,👍
Love this line tho
"stubborn as a bruised ego
Holding a grudge"
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Enjoyed very much..I can relate to it
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