imaginary friends

“imaginary friends”

 

The ubiquitous noise of my youth

Clutter the subconsciousness of now

Like toys thrown across a tactless floor

 

Gazing listlessly across

The fecund sand of the desert

I espy across a miserable existence

That offers little solace

 

 

The last stale morsel of you

Flicks across my succulent tongue

Reminding me of acrid ambrosia

 

 

The desire to see your eloquent face

Burns into my feverish brain

Twisting my heart into

A thousand jagged shards

 

 

Was it all just a memory?

The beauty of what we had

Was my fervent wish to taste

More than what you could politely offer?

 

 

Only time will heal these morbid wounds

 I sip upon the herbal melodies of blandness

Wishing only to taste the sweet taste

Of your honey glazed eloquence

 

 

Imaginary or not…

I miss your wicked disposition

And the grand equation

That equals the satisfaction

Of being with you

 

Kenny L. Mitchell

August 12, 2009