Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Three Dreams



Darkening  shades of violet stain the side of her,

ripe as a plum, juicy, swollen,

       a trickle of blood from the ear.

Crumbling posture, 

gravity draws her smooth 

dissolving the light.



No tarnished ceremony,

no spectacle

shadows the blaze created.

Never the groom.

Never the bride.



Stalled sideshow turbulence blur the year,

dreams vanish into insomnia,

into shadowed delirium.

The visiting apparition

rarely makes eye contact

as I suffer. Unwilling.



My curse lacked a time frame.

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