A photograpic memory

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A photographic memory.

Submitted: November 27, 2014

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A photographic memory


Cardboard stares everywhere,
chalked outlines smudge by,
dense profound soured clouds,
hang heavy,
bringing the atmosphere down.


 A shade so potent.


Perpetually we stand,
grey expressions confront the uncertainty;
the traffic chaotically whistles on.
Planted above ground deeper we part,
despite claims of ones heart.


Our idiosynchronicity:
part of life’s calamities;
as we suffer an anaphylactic dyspraxia;
a culmination directly linked to the situation.


The stakes twist in our affairs.


Symbols crashing,
but,
never hitting;
the conductors beat,
is off rhythm.


Continually,
it seems, good people hang from trees;
where roots are steeped deep,
in evil beneath.


Acid rain pours,
relentlessly from the skies,
bleaching the streets,
corroding the autonomy that I had in mind.


(For the borrowed fraction owed within that moment;
I realised we were just renting one another’s time).


In an instant,
shot,
snapped,
I capture it:
you,
do not know,
what I,
do not understand;


fact.


Cyanide apples ripen;
while civilly we dine;
the elixir,
a volatile mix,
it keeps us doped,
co-dependent,
violently sick.


Glass balls exhibit broken contracts,
muting tones of an underground past;


we collide.


It is not what you say,
it is what you do not;
the chord changes between steely strings.


I can’t rescue you,
I never could;
in fact -- I flat out refuse to.


Marching defiantly on my chequered way,
the distance,
a tort,
threating to sever the chord.


My head will not one eighty,
to meet what I have left,
degrees of separation,
increase;
tones of sepia,
 develop further,


capturing that moment it's tamed,
within the stalemate static of frames;
despite all our breaches,
it's still life;

you are and always you will be,
a photographic memory.

 

 

 


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