stained remembranceA Poem by Nobody.stained remembrance I a pack of mangy stray bullets roamed the city streets seeking a suitable victim. red gore of sunset poured over the wide concrete shoulders of a hulking grey office building. at first, we watched the drifting madness unfold from the relative safety of our private disaster. the TV wore the dark news reports like an ancient tribal demon mask. I should have noticed the blackbird omens dancing in the windows. they were partially hidden in the fog of the corpselike thoughts that floated in on the high tide of human misery. but, you looked so sexy in that blue dress, and, besides, I wanted to see that movie, too. as we walked to the car, the smile on your face bloomed brighter than spring. II in the slow-motion face-slap moment, I was knocked flat. the sound seemed to come after the head-snapping impact. by the time the echo had died, you were gone. I held you in my trembling arms; you were as limp and damp as my hope for your survival. but, I ran hard for help anyway. III “well, it’s really more of a defense mechanism than a mental illness,” the grey-bearded doctor drones in words as plain and pale as his oversized coat. “the memory, over time, has morphed into a twisted, almost poetic, fantasy. he just can’t accept the fact that he was holding the gun.” © 2011 Nobody.Reviews
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