As you nervously chuckled behind a camera,
Your mouth widening on your face, your lips pushing your cheeks to your eyes, your skin wrinkling joyfully underneath,
The sky grew colder.
Cold and coolly separating the spectral bands of light in the skyline.
Tonight, you said, would be another night hiding behind the distance that buzzes alight on telephone wires,
Your mind fiddling with the reality, storing it at the front of your vision,
In the look that recorded the moments passing by, bolting, and yet collecting in a box of memories
That will rust with age, and marry with time to escape the brain that holds them,
To reach states of silence, quiet, and to hide forever in darkness.
A handful of curses slip from the cracks of your fist as it flies across air to punch the truth taking your dreams awa .

Aeroplanes line above, glittering in fluorescent imaginations,
But the stars grew dull.
Doors that were red, and blue and funky in Cuban styles, turned black and white, zebra-striped, waiting for that shadowed while,
To flicker in crying drops of rain,
To remind you of an upcoming movie- unwinding in celluloid banners, lapping over each strip as it falls to the floor.
Tragic. Is it not? That it will never revisit you. That magic.

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It's all a matter of rust and shine, to serve a distinction between to have and to have not.

38 thoughts on “Apprise”

      1. This goes for both of you (don’t be lazy): Spillwords and Mojave Heart Review first (super nice people, flexible, approachable), and then Eunoia Review and Okay Donkey for more experimental stuff. The Opiate-very nice experience too.

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  1. ๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ–ค๐Ÿ–คโคโค

    Until your mind goes dark, it isn’t going to leave you.

    Because, look, even when you describe the withdrawal of the magic – the apparent withdrawal of the magic – the magic returned, more forceful, more distilled, more pointed, more glittering than before. To punch us in our minds. Poet. You don’t control this magic. Lucky for us.


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  2. Wow, I get this sense of trying to hold onto a moment, โ€œglittering in fluorescent imaginationsโ€ trying to make that moment even more magical in neon lights or celluloid so that it will never dim. So that time or anything else for that matter can not fade it. Itโ€™s fragile and so beautiful it hurts. So tragic, that that magic that will never revisit. Brilliant.

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