Oblivion
By itself darkwater resides
a nocturnal needle
a forgetful beyond silence
that slumbering inconsequential
cuts a corner
a stammer jester in its unpronounceable tongue
And by fog or bright sunlight
or if you prefer in curdled agonized night
oblivion she comes
to weep at your side
lay that kiss beneficent upon your brow
and whisper her breath
of oblivion
Sweet lips lay her peace upon your forehead
reside
Oblivion
Her dangerous alcohol heroine addiction
escape tunnel perfidious
your attention so fixed
her intentions so mixed
lays the desperate palette
of sacrificial dreams
Dark by night and dark by incidental
dark by the injection of her frivolous needle
in portents she echoes
so demure and unrepentant
Copyright © Colin Mitchell Williams | Year Posted 2024
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