Above a beached bleached paperback, "The Doors of Perception",
a pent-up penchant for greed is flung wide open:
The esophagus of a seagull sky grows narrow
until one seagull stomachs trash with zero
tolerance for sharing. Squeaky double doors apprise
descending gulls this bird has wings doubling in size.
Squishy moist sand, footprint-ridged into pouty lips,
chased-away seagulls waddle toward crushed crumbs.
Captains trudge farther ashore or return to ships.
Waves of nausea crash against my splintering ribcage,
stomach churning, bile burning through esophageal walls.
Choking on paranoia-fueled delirium,
self-inflicted wounds etched upon a fragile psyche,
all while I try to hold on to some semblance of my humanity.
Push and pull, breaking down walls,
then building them back up, reinforced.
Love never came easy in delusion-filled memories,
always hovering at the cusp of fiction,
ready to strike like a coiled python.
Then, like glass, tears would cascade down,
begging for forgiveness.
Paranoia-induced hallucinations gripped my marrow again,
coursing through tainted bloodstreams,
blinding any sense of reason.
So life imitated drug-soaked nightmares
as my security slipped through calloused fingers once more.
While the rain pummels down against abandoned dreams,
I am haunted by you in this empty house.
Nothing but phantoms of the past roam
in the dead of night,
wailing in the deafening silence,
a requiem for my inner demons’ eternal torment.
THE power of my lost mind binds my tongue
between paper and pen obliquely bleeding
i leave it there.
esophageal --> the blue (my) heart
beneath sun setting pinks drowning squamously
and the gulls within their famous white regalia
0--oh!~ the magical patois across the
battered waves o'er the seas!
:: 05-17-2018 ::
what did i do wrong?
one minute we were riding high
that crest of euphoria
the next
i was tumbling in the water
pummeled by the waves
unable to breathe
to see
to....be
what did I do wrong?
how did I change?
didn't I give you my all
maxed out love and care
what else is there to give
how can I live
without a heart and soul?
I gave you....all
was it not enough
to fill your empty spaces?
how did I lose
those enchanting graces
shocked disbelief
gnawing gently to grief
rejection sated
insides churning
with the bile of betrayal brewing
spewing pain
burned esophageal refrain
acid lined life
what did I do?
what did I say?
why did you go away?
away...away....away.....
You don't hear a word I say
Gone with the wind of wistful wanting
daunting
the life bound to me...haunting
You went away....away....
took away my voice
left me no choice
but to shrivel and die
goodbye
good? bye?
it's been so very long
and yet....
I cry!
Eileen Manassian
Micro-particular molecular particles whose properties carry less mass at any given time typically are airborne, only to be respired and absorbed through means of respiration.
Exhaled only to be once again; inhaled.
Trapped inside inner linings of esophageal passages.
Buoyantly escaping; light-like-quick.
Tumbling like a cyclonic feather.
Blue rays with ultrasonic transfers of unconditional compromises shine light on this symbiotic shrubbery.
Rif-raf relief is a resulted byproduct or so-called "nuisance dust."
Unequivocal numeric figures comparable to such matter, couldn't positively identify with no such indication.
The previous possession will remain under further investigation.
Breath in.
Breath out.
Tumbling airborne once being transferred or transformed.
De-composition turns flesh into bone, leaving behind symbiotic shrubbery; discarded rif-raf.
Rispired and absorbed through means of respiration.
Exhaled only to be once again;
Inhaled.
4-21-15
10:08pm
Ironic Zinc.. .
Could be anything
But I know it was your Hate
YEARS, stuffed down my throat
Accumulating as this:
Esophageal Cancer
6/13/12
For the "Cantankacerous" Contest