Waiting . The color brown. Cushions. Surrounding emptiness under mirrors . Candlelight vigil. Love loss and wine spills. Head clutter white lies fill the plastic container. The sound of rumbling water splashes upon the silence in each sharp corner of the room. The sound of your stepping marks the moment. Can you stop by? You ask. Maybe...I whisper to myself. Small and quaint little dwelling . Cross stitching the entrance. Cartons of cigarettes are being sold in the basement of the black past . Wait. And seek help. Staring at that golden door knobb.. will it turn right or left? ....or maybe right . Will it open? This door? Will it knock? I see a black shadow standing there. ..through the peep hole of diluted hallucinations. Hello. Its ok here. .. dear. This blue pill has me sleepy. Will you arrive before you have left? Disgusting mind mystic trapping shades of hissing darkness. The night escapes through cold water canyons. Wrinkles being added to the forhead as another minute ticks by. Will you arrive? Mind connection. ..with injections of reflections ...like the other. A kiss is Ignorance with bliss...without that true you. That handsome face. Oh what you do to me. Butterfly airline. Impractical waves and useless filters of strengths. I can feel you. As none. As no one. As alone as I am alone. Me. I am. Solid moment laid out in platinum plasticity. Blue memory forfotten in white nylon. Forgetful shamed entities correcting the pink bubbles. Popping with glass finger tips wandering....and hopelessly grasping for your haunted presence. Dancing on cotton wired fences. You dont have to be alone.- A. L.A
Posted on: Fri, 11 Jul 2014 07:02:11 +0000