19 june 2009

The boy with the Blue Bong
Sat and awaited the sentence to his fate
Do you not know the extent of control that you grant
your slaves?

The myriad hills rolled into blue eternity
It was a dark and stormy night
And the rain fell in torrents
Intertwined, fleetingy, with a violent gust of wind
That swept up the paths
Rattling along the housetops
Threatening to blow out every night lamp that
Struggled against the vast darkness

The mirror was a peach breeze
The studio was filled with the rich odor of lilies,
and when the light summer wind stirred amid the trees
lining the ridge,
there came through the open door the heavy scent of lilac,
or the more delicate perfume of the mountains up north.

Blue roses were painted on a cream wall
In the apartment you once claimed
The tangy scent of your body floated through the window
Into dreams, and buried memories
Everlasting seconds of silence, withheld
Entertained and beheld
The scents, mix
And confuse me

So delve, I delve deeper into your brain
While the sirens blast with urgency
Its been over a million nights
But you still don’t seem to remember me.