Molly 8-Bit

An abstract work I wrote as a joke for some friends, who also inspired me.

I have plans for the mountains

Hillsides with amarillo sheep

This OCD is off the charts

ever since she took my sleep

Here we play the Schlieffen game

and golems pave the way

to darkest dreams that now we’ve lost

aboard our kamikaze train

I saw the mirror in the molly

and Molly saw nothing in me

Lips cool as apples poured into

the drain of our bathroom sink

hung on her wall aimlessly

The moon is bright, between yogurt clouds

I hang myself from its rim

Empires admire my ecstatic state

while these loose ends seek a trim

Play the keys of redstone doors

and hush the villager’s son

He’s searching for her in white spaces

where she used to hide her gun

I saw the mirror in the molly

and Molly sowed her seeds in me

Songs sweeter than red anaphora

dipped twice in careful serenity

spilled all her liquid on the scene

My soul rests in those mountains

beneath the melting wane

of her sun’s waxed maraschino coupe

where we sipped the summer days

Fill her stomach with blossom meds

that soothe her incising flame

while I escape to Eden’s river

clutching desperately to her mane

I saw the mirror in the molly

but Molly’s demons captured me

Laced fingers sported gold appetites

grown to pixels of wayward vessels

shipping all our broken dreams

Author's Note

This poem/song really shouldn't be taken seriously, but I do like the ending.

Reviews

[rjhart]

10/10, would recommend to friend.