7/26/2010 FlowA Poem by Apparitionwritten at workShe played the D note on the guitar To denote how bizarre this world sounds Then she whirled around and unfurled the ground Like Moses parting waters powered by a holy father staff or alien witchcraft Which crafty explanation do you prefer? A saline solution conclusion or a delusion And what does it matter if the world's all an illusion Alluding to cruising the cosmos Colluding with life like compost Come back, be calm, and compact your worries Feel your fury, fuse self with self which is everything else Saturn's rings are the garter belts Pluto is the glistening frozen stone on the ring finger The milky way is a newborn's spittle Yet every super nova is a riddle Every broken quota is a riddle Every iota is a riddle to you To you every iota of existence is a reason for resistance Now your' blistered like a misfit And withered like a malnourished malignant micromanaged midget Do you get this? Word flippin mister found his mistress in distress Named Poetry Kissed her briskly and she flowed through me Bent her back like a yoga pose and wrote in prose just to impress her But the imprint was minimal My rhymes were too cynical Not full of metaphor, much more literal Lacking vivid images But this is my craft I don't indulge in fine wine or ration meals to meet an ideal weight I don't depend on abstraction to demonstrate I depend on your reaction to levitate But I could be more poetic: Spreading dreaded leaves across the cracked pathetic
pavement Spreading deadened skin across a weltering
wasteland I'm a glass of p o i s o n e d potion being
filtered into a
bottle labeled emotion But not a drip escapes through the filter... © 2010 ApparitionReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 27, 2010 Last Updated on July 27, 2010 AuthorApparitionfive thousand two hundred and eighty away from wavesAboutI am an apparition, a ghost in the system, the host's no longer the victim, the parasite grows weary of the barely alive flesh dressed in a hardly harrowing death caressed mess, stressful doesn't trul.. more..Writing
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