Tuesday, December 2, 2008

remorse

I got shrimped… in the cool light of that failing sun… I got shrimped and sent away… dragged away by words… oh sinful words uttered on that accusatory breath… tempest tossed on past remembrance… there but for a fluttering illness I choked… sputtered… and should have faded into the frozen distance of celestial weather… a murmuring of a heart valve… a skipped pulse… then the vacancy of the flesh departed.

How small… how coldly cruel… how petty when demeaned with malice aforethought… to stand filleted and open… grilled in the sharp cryptic lemon sauce… sautéed in the heart of a careless moment… served, then scraped aside for tastier morsels…

Silence… oh you golden idol grasped after the fact… the reaching hand touches thee only in reflection of the ought to have done… that this Midas touch turns the flowing wine into remorse… cursed that e’er did words of times passed by… polluted deeds of abandoned youth e’er did cross these lips into those pearled ears… would that I could make lies of what was once the truth.

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