Forced march of solitude III by Johnny CrimsonAs I entered the food court of the now frozen galleria mall
I noticed the music still playing from when life was here.
Before the sun split.
Before the knot tying.
The perfect ambiance to write a novel in.
The perfect conditions to die of starvation and sexual dysfunction.
Roaming the halls I chopped a dead security guard
out of the ice block that held him upright.
First human contact since I left New Rochelle.
As he fell to the floor I prayed I'd hear some change jingle in his pockets
as the arcade was still alive and poppin'.
Well hot fuck diggity the chump had but a dime.
These spirals fell all around me and
her spirit bequeathed warm breath upon my brow.
Savoring silence I heard all your subtleties.
Scratching and biting while we twist in the dark
Your eyes melted into green pools around my feet
and I realized I never felt a security guard that way.
10/08/2008 Author's Note: I can barely make out the bridge from here. I'm sure you know about all the times I finished your sentences in my head right? I was never dead on.
Posted on 10/09/2008 Copyright © 2024 Johnny Crimson
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Coleman Demiurge on 10/09/08 at 03:13 AM Awesomeness... Your Forced March of Solitudes remind me of that film Jacob's Ladder - maybe to due the alternate "lives" that the guy is living. I don't know, but whatever it is I like it a lot. Excellent work. |
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/09/08 at 04:30 AM Man, how I missed your word play. It's addictive as hell. |
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