John Bellows - No Memory

Trading war stories with the adversary
That invites you in her home
We both give thanks to the feast we're sharing
And the life that it cost for us
Wine stained lips slur a string of confessions
Like beads of blood that refuse to clot
Applying pressure till the point all of the feeling stops
You sleep in the room with the apparition
Eternally doomed to tantalize
As she walks through walls so effortlessly
You undress her with your eyes
And lost in the clutter of guilty pleasures
Your mind and body dissolve
Into the tick tick boom of a time bombs sweeping clock
Frozen in the glaze of eyes too many
You seek your warmth and your sanctuary
With the first one who would serve
And then crept from your bed into the crack of morning
No memory of, no word of warning
Just your footprints in the snow
You stick to your guns through the dead of winter
And despite how far you've come
The seeds of contempt still rise above you
On the wings of your bastard son
Hordes of flies and hungry vermin
Survive on the pulp that rots
A million mouths to feed on the fruit that you once dropped
Amongst the big round nubs of all the people that pissed you off
Performing feats so death defying
To overcompensate for their attention trying
To politely step away
Until one by one they all left you waving
From the sandy dune beneath the seasons changing
You were much too young to go

Written by:
John Wheatley

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