IMPASSE

Pen in hand ink tracing figures
like fingers through the sunburned sand
as the tide brings in it bears
out despairs of a landslide.

All wishes made aflame
unswallowed
wants all Hallowed in the sun.

Penned impasse ink tracing fingers
like figures through the mirrored glass
the unseen reflections of wicked madness do
wring anise-sorrowed color to her gilded lips.

All wishes made aflame
unfollowed
once all hollowed out with sun.

Pleased to see a false memory
staged in happy photos dreary
shadows of ourselves show errs
lapsed footage filled in awry —

Pleased to be made falsely happy
I forget just what it means now
when I softly say three sacred words in her mined
heart like sundered prey falls everything I wanted come undone.

All wishes set aflame
unswallowed
wants all Hallowed ‘neath the sun
All wishes set aflame
unfollowed
once now hollowed out with sun.

-Benjamin Keay © 2010

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About waronliteracy

Storyteller, teacher, author of "Perfect Solution" and "Dire Requisite," I stand alone in the aftermath of the war on literacy, looking for other survivors ... we are out there ... somewhere.
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