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the world is splitting open at my feet, part five. One of my personal favorites.

Film

I slept with the fog:

a manifestation. 

I was helpless

---      

 aimlessly sick. 

I slept with the fog

in such relentlessness. 

As I was loveless.

Searching for a girl

---

who didn't exist.

At least in this mildew

 which I had admired

 unaccountably.

Lonely lake I muttered. 

This solitary brush in

the forest.  

There,

                      -------------------  the swans all had bursted 

out.

                                          Their cuckold

                                                           weather ballon. 

                        Their

dives echoed into a swoon, dreary spirits

waited in the negatives. 

Coiled roses, wooden bridge. 

           Pragmatic portraits. 

I was: 

a dog,

selling sex for a bone.

Howling along my 

mating calls, the

full moon. Playful

aggression, running

in the park. Tree branches,

splitting hedges, foiled 

tulips.

This existential

game of fetch. 

How reckless

it has

                          become. 

In the margin of 

night-sleep

attention dripped over

the windowsill. How

all of a sudden, 

the girl in my

nightwear

calls out. Slaying

the follicles of memoirs

calling out the treason

of the mist,

or fog.

It so happens to be.

It still happens to seem. 

Both carried

out in sugar

-coated bliss.

Wicker weaved, 

this spinning carousel.

A hamper,

                      yes. 

Delight brought to

the teary eyes of 

the children of my youth.

Everything had been

peerless, a polygraph

never so true.

Until I realized the trickery

of actuality. Mean-

spirited, an illusion.

Still once, I was content.

That night still speckled

into my carpet thistles.

As ominous as it had

become, it held safe.

My memories, fade in

and out, between that

day and now.

I've come to defend, 

in a matter I've dared to attend.

The validly of this calamity ,

my caress with the bog. 

I slept with the mist..

I slept with the fog,

a manifestation...

I digress..

A manifestation,

none the less.  

Author's Note

Reviews

[Maria.F.T]

clever writing

[Phillitup]

It had a very interesting format!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

this is funny and moving, I like your abstract logic and analysis....just very good story telling, excellent, thanks

[Barbara Walker]

Bravo! Excellent poem!

[MOON]

Your words take the reader on a journey of lifes pain and pathos deep just one verse that makes you stop and think Slaying
the follicles of memoirs
calling out the treason
of the mist,

or fog.

It so happens to be.

It still happens to seem.

Both carried

out in sugar

-coated bliss.

Wicker weaved,

this spinning carousel. excellent write.

[moo to the world]

i love the structure and wordings

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YOU HAVE AWESOME MUSIC TASTE! NOW ITS SOLEY!!!! :D WOOT WOOT! Now the real treat, the POEM! That was beautiful and so awesome. :D I loved reading it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good music and excellent poetry. I like the way you express your thoughts. Allow the reader to understand the purpose of this poem. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

[Kelsey]

This is so raw. I really enjoyed reading it and putting the pieces together, lovely job.

[Mockingbird]

very cynical and fatalistic. we're all dogs 'selling sex for a bone.' that's the sad truth about life.