Extricating Actualism

By Moonflower


I thought that maybe
I would be able to say

something tonight

while we brandish
thin, callousness
 


 

Remarking on
keen intuition and
biting stares


 

Hollow eyes could never know
the flavor of a whiskey
burnt smile


Slurred over by

aching, wistfulness


 

We weren't hungover
only frightened of what
 

might come next


Tomorrow might hold
a new dawn
That terrified
screeching
of a thousand
Highs
borrowed goodbyes


 

Who can ever know
how this path might
bend


 

I tried to
wish on rainbows

hoping that sunshine
might
illuminate the darkness


 

But when we stood around
a circle
full of fools and
incarceration

We prayed, hands folded
eyes peering out
into the bleak,
The unknown


 

I think we're all uncertain
plaster faces,
sun damaged skin and
clenched fists.We're falling

twisting our flesh with
rotten
dew drops
borne of the weakest, the
most incomprehensible


 

I'll take your slender
fingers
like racing unencumbered
thoughts
flying against the wind


 

Dance beneath the
sky tonight
with scattered stars
and a frowning moon


 

I'll take those mescaline
highs 


 

Fluttering mind fucks

If you smile
 

one
more
 

time.

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Copyright 2010 Moonflower
Published on Thursday, December 16, 2010.     Filed under: "Poetry"

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  • Alchemist On Saturday, April 13, 2013, Alchemist (679)By person wrote:

    This reminds me of the old Robert Frost saying three words describe life "It goes on" and hopefully it goes on and on a mescaline high for a good long while before the mind fuck.

  • A former member wrote: This is a very powerful piece. So much said in so few words, Datura, The way you create this atmosphere where every single aspect is forsaken, futile, even the moon frowns down is complete, fluid and precise. I can see you standing in this circle, thinking these thoughts silently as the night wears on. Oh, how it ends...

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