The church next door
Booming sound of organ
Sounds like a jovial party going on
Saturday night rock for my pentecostal neighbors
but my unholy ghost is brooding....sinking its teeth
Into me.
I'm devilishly arcane and
My obscurity is ciphertext
I rationalize in real time
People want love
With no patience
to be an auto didact's
muse?
My world polarized
Those very real sandwiches I'm making
are also a virtual
food fest on command, at a click.
It's
Unsettling to nothingness
To watch you feed on
words
and never eat a bite.
The song I'm playing in my head
Insists
Souvenirs
are kept memories.
It is not a promise.
Just another love song.
A teleological tease.
Imagining like this
Choosing to see
As I please
Lingering longer and
Longer than I can think
upon the hynotic beat
Of pious prayers bass and rock
sinking to the brink.
O my unseen ghost descending
Finger hovering over your link.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
1 comment:
A teleological tease. "Really?" :D
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