Apples to Abstract
By lupus tenebrae
Dearly departing dreams,
I used to laugh at letters
to no one,
like ticklish carbonation
on a hot summer afternoon,
it changed, when you became
privvy to my ways, shapes, and
forms,
shifting my subconscious
like sliding tiles in a puzzle.
I asked for answers once,
and you offered me smoke signals,
which clung fast to my shirt
like cheap, yet fragrant cologne.
The coyotes were our only voices,
and this warehouse was built
to house our every single dance,
as well as every fool’s translation.
It’s all apples to abstract art,
archived from “A” to
question mark,
somewhere in the clutter
is a booth reserved
for two.
I’ll be waiting there,
on the road to F’fron
Avenu,
past the chartreuse Boulevard,
Your
dreamer.
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Copyright 2012 lupus tenebrae
Author's Note:
I'm back, it seems, and I've so many poems waiting in the eaves. This one is in the form of a poetic letter, a style thanks to an idea of Nae's.Comments on "Apples to Abstract"
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On Sunday, February 26, 2017, Purposelessness
(150) wrote:
Welcome back, and I am already a fan. This was a great read, I had to read it again. I can't wait to go through some of your others.
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On Thursday, August 9, 2012, dwells
(4284) wrote:
Smoke signals in lieu of answers at least is a form of acknowledgement from you inner self. Always good to keep those lines of communication open, cheers!
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On Wednesday, August 8, 2012, Devilish
(2657) wrote:
You should be famous...