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The Phantom and Your Beautiful Life
by Curt AlldayThe lights low and crumbling
Slow
With each gram of
Fog grimace the new dayÂ’s rays
Its frays of isolationism
Successfully eclipsing meanings
Sentences and punctuation dissolving
Into the haze of relativism
Standing tall, she is
The towers poking through the tops
Of this uncompromising situation
Namely, a new city and state
A new line drawn . . . yet covered
By the rolling air carrying and billowing
Down the wind tunnel into my mouth
I swallow it whole and
The phantom eye reveals the x-ray
As I previously had lost the worm sight
But it has returned
She seemed so perfect to me but
Now in the gaze of the eye she seems
So transparent and skeletal
Flimsy for this food of thought like
Burning skulls of children
Dancing in their ashes
Palms up, catching embers and
Suddenly feeling my phantom hands sizzle
Under the speculations of how
To move to a new city and live
A life with gloom breathing down your back
Like a wave of smoke
She, who is under my scrutiny,
Under the constant watch of this third eye
04/07/2005 Author's Note: sensation: the fog of San Francisco’s culture rolling through hills and discovering the true being of that special someone
Posted on 04/08/2005
Copyright © 2024 Curt Allday
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Leslie Ann Eisenberg on 04/12/05 at 12:55 AM Fog grimace the new day’s rays
Its frays of isolationism -- fab sound language, love it!
and appreciating the original lines, like As I previously had lost the worm sight
...the use of phantom was a bit vague/generic, but other than that, it's a very potent piece, in fact,
i'm getting a deja vu, summer 1992. yea, it was just like that!! |
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