Apparently my family quite carelessly remarried me.
A fan of me allegedly, appeared to be a fantasy.
A sentiment I feel and love is warm and supple like cement.
Demented honey brains remember all the rules and chains I bent.
I thought of it. A lot of it.
I even went and bought a hit.
Arose to a level I never thought i’d be bothered with.
Smothered by a mother’s tit is hotter when I fought for it.
I oughta have a candle lit but rains will always parry it.
I would like,
very much,
to be treated,
with a touch.
So light.
Barely visible by sight.
Merely missable delight.
Instinctively reacted yet vicariously acted
to the many re-elected non affected sacks of
shit who never resurrected nor corrected any
spoils of war they manufactured.
I sigh with all my crumbling might.
I might’ve sold my weakened light.
To the downstairs neighbour.
You know, dressed in red and white,
always awake, the man all the neighbours’ kids are afraid for.
Very much alive still.
Very married to my wife still.
Yet ever so departed from a life I’d like to live still.
Still.
Wow there is so much to pull from in this. The first line alone. Your family carelessly remarried you. I never thought of it that way. I mean, more thought could be put into an evening meal.
Never corrected the spoils of war manufactured. They never will.
very intense read. I like it
Thank you for your kind words Fia.
This needs to be a song.
Brilliantly penned, Drieks. Great flow, and stellar imagery. Appreciate you.
Damian
Well written, Drieks! The words, the imagery, the poster. Everything, wow!
Thank you everyone for the uplifting words. It is much appreciated.