This Nonconforming Sycophancy.....

This Nonconforming Sycophancy..... 

 

 

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You always smile like,

a dead orange 

casting nets through 

the forest, hoping 

to catch sparrows 

of hope, bleeding, 

sweating, singing 

to your 

countless 

past selves. 

 

 

 

 

You sought  

wind 

 

You sought rain, snow and soil. 

Green statues rooting to my skin... 

You still smile, 

like 

the iridescence 

of  

a blasphemous caterpillar 

 

Netted hope is 

lying 

 to me 

about 

tender, uncouth, unripe 

flesh rising o'er  

your rotting bones. 

 

Slaving 

for distant 

 moons, 

slipping from 

existence. 

 

You sought 

dead things. 

You dead thing... 

 

Fuelled 

by your cage 

my  

swollen thought 

travelled into  swamps of headless plants 'midst vicious fish 

 

irksome, intense 

little deaths 

you threw 

at me

from rift 

to rift 

 

 

You sought 

life, frozen 

and 

content. 

 

I sought  

you. 

Reviews

[Circe]

you know i absolutely love this concept.. the nonconforming sycophancy... just makes my heart skip.. so original.. and the rest of your writing is too.. eg "swollen thought travelled into swamps of headless plants midst vicious fish"... there is so much depth in that, it's alive, it gives you a rush. there's also something tragic in the way your feelings are returned... or perhaps it's at the core of that person.. but "I sought you" speaks volumes... this is certainly a marvelous character study... and you are the avid observer..

[Michael Kevin Spencer]

This felt like a poem inspired by tropical scents and a climate I can hardly fathom, it was a great read !