Forever a Spectacle
February 7, 2013 9 Comments
even though you
are on the verge
birds singing
worms unearthed
and yet they fall
through time
your eyes are dry
all else is wet
the faded affect
of melancholy
against the backdrop
of memories
still present yet unknown
in all the details
every night
a nerve is touched
a thumb pressed down on
an unseen artery, to dream the blue,
forgetting what used to mean
something to you
About Sean Lynch
I like this. (Truthfully, I like all of it, but particularly the phrase, “the faded affect / of melancholy / against the backdrop / of memories”)
Yes, now that I look at it, it’s a relatable intangible image, it seems sometimes I can write eloquently while intoxicated.
That’s a rare gift …
It might prove hit or miss … I know the types of things I tend to write while drunk.
You’re absolutely right, lots of times it’s a miss.
Nice!
Thanks
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Wow. love this one.
“the faded affect”
“forgetting what used to mean
something to you”
I was trying to use a small spade to dig up smaller words to express something huge.